Last Sunday I almost bought a pomegranate, but decided not to as I was a bit short of cash. Now I'm wishing I had one. It is a good night for pomegranate, with the air crisp and fresh, and lots of stars shining. The waning crescent moon won't be up for quite a while. I'll probably fall asleep by the time it comes up, as I slept too little last night. I've been dragging for the last hour. A tangy-sweet pomegranate might have helped liven me up. Alas, I have no pomegranate, nor any other fruit save two oranges which I intend to have as breakfasts. I guess I'll have to settle for some of that excess ice cream I've got hanging around.
Right now, in fact, before I start nodding off. Gee, I miss being totally nocturnal.