December 6th, 2003

caillebotte_man at his window

Cat Night

As I was about to fire up Sluggo after a couple of hours of reading, the cat decided to hop in my lap and go to sleep. She hasn't been feeling well again today, so I let her stay. She stayed for two hours. Well, she is probably 17 or 18 years old now, and I doubt she'll be around much longer, so I like to give her as much atention as I can. I went back to reading, accompanied by occasional purrs when she would wake briefly, and by the sound of rain.

The wind has been blowing a bit, too. It gusts here once in a while, but most of the time it is blowing somewhere else in the forest 'round about, and it keeps pretty much to the treetops. The sound accumulates and creates a constant hum which can be heard clearly only when the rain moderates for a while. The rest of the time, the night is a pattering and splashing and drumming that soon becomes hypnotic. No wonder all the cat wants to do is sleep.

A few minutes ago, she finally moved herself onto a cushion, so I could get up and pay some attention to Sluggo. But it is very late, and I don't want to risk repeating yesterday's disastrous excess of sleep, so I don't intend to pay much attention to Sluggo. A quick bit of catching up, then off to bed -- with a cat curled around my head, no doubt.
caillebotte_man at his window

Foggy, Outside and In

The clouds have settled on the ground as fog. Because the moon is nearly full, the fog is lit from above, lending night a soft, eerie glow. I can see the path before my feet, and the branches of nearby trees, but the distance grows hazy. Here and there, a window or porch light shines in a fuzzy halo. The oddest thing is that wind is blowing. In the tule fogs of Los Angeles, there was almost never wind, and its rare appearance heralded the dissipation of the fog. The mountain fogs are storms, and often are accompanied by treetop winds, but I have never quite grown accustomed to the combination. I expect fog to be silent, but here it is filled with groaning trees and strange clatters of dislodged trash can lids, slamming doors, and pine cones rolling down rooftops. The sounds echo from their fog-hidden sources and make the night seem as though it were haunted.

I woke much too late once again. I hope this isn't a new pattern I've fallen into. My schedule is hectic enough without further disruption. There is something else I'm supposed to be doing right now, but I can't remember what it is. It is something that ought to have been done a couple of hours ago, most likely, but is unrecognizable out of its proper time slot. I'll probably wander about aimlessly, wasting still more time, until I remember what it was. Or maybe I'll just go stand under the shower for a while, in hope that the water will clear my muddled head.

Feh! Circadian rhythms! Now, there was an idea that would have been useful, had it worked. It must have been designed by Microsoft.