Aside from the alternate massacre and the sleep disruption, the day was rather dull. There was quite a bit of rain early on, and then many hours of thin fog that lent a romantic edge to the dullness, undercut by the fact that the wind never ceased all day— at least during the part of it that I was awake. As it was blowing when I was last out
I was unable to arrange shopping for Saturday, so either I'll go Sunday and I'll most likely get wet, or it will be delayed until Monday and I just might get wet. If it gets delayed to Tuesday I'l almost certainly get wet, and if if is delayed longer I might as well wait until next week because I'll have missed this week's sales. Getting wet would be better than that.
Tonight the persistent foglet is softening the glare from the two lights beyond my back fence, but is also revealing a few more distant lights— probably porch lights— that are usually hidden. Tonight they show themselves as ghostly emanations hovering above hedges and trees and rooftops in the fog. It's slightly warmer than last night, so I spent some time watching them and listening to the chorus of frogs that is still croaking.
In those moments when the breeze dies down it is not unpleasant out, but when it picks up again the chill drives me indoors. I don't know when I'll get back to sleep. Perhaps I'll still be awake when dawn arrives, though if the fog is still here then it won't seem much like a real dawn. That's reasonable, as tonight doesn't seem quite real itself. Maybe I didn't wake up, and I'm just dreaming. I guess I'll have to wait until