When I stepped out my back door a few minutes ago and inhaled some fresh, cool night air, I smelled the scents of sandalwood and patchouli. As I'm certain that none of my feral cats are using scent or burning incense I am now loath to shine my light into the darkness of the back yard for fear that some thuggish frat boys from Chico have tossed a dead hippie over my fence. I hate when that happens.
Yes, I woke up too early today and didn't get a nap this afternoon. I should probably try to get some sleep.