Aside from there being nothing garlicky for me to eat, this is another pleasant September night. The gray cat is napping in my back yard, only a few cicadas are making white noise, and a cool breeze is bringing the garlic smell through my window. I do have some decent watermelon to eat, which is a food none the worse for want of garlic, and all my various household tasks are done so I have a couple of spare hours to devote to reading. Or Internets.
Reading it is. Goodnight, Internets.