October 20th, 2004



OK. I am officially cold. I'm sitting here with a blanket wrapped around me and over my head like a babushka. It's just as well I don't have a web cam. It's not cold enough to snow yet, but it feels that cold. Every time the soft rain falls silent, I have to look out to see if it has turned to snowflakes. Thus far, it hasn't. I'm sure that snow here in October is not unprecedented, but I'd be quite surprised (and annoyed) if it did fall. I'm enjoying the rain too much to tolerate any unseasonable freezing.

But I am not enjoying this much cold. As soon as I shut Sluggo down, I'm turning the heat up. In fact, I don't know why I didn't turn it up earlier, as I haven't been using Sluggo most of the night, and thus didn't need to worry about the room being too warm for him. New magazines arrived in the mail today, including National Geographic, so I've spent several hours reading (and looking at pretty pictures.) I find the sound of rainfall conducive to reading. I'd probably read much more if I lived in Oregon.

Now I'm going to get under six blankets and try to sleep. I'm missing my pillow-warming cat very much right now.
caillebotte_man at his window


Although the rain has stopped, the clouds linger. At dusk, some are ragged black strips churning north amid streaks of bright silver. Later, a thinning patch to the south reveals the half moon. The night is very cold, and very quiet. I smell wood smoke drifting from dark chimneys, and hear a few remaining drops of water fall from the pines. For a moment, I think I hear thunder rolling in the mountains, but it turns out to be a jet passing. They are always louder on cold, cloudy nights. Its roar bounces around the sky until it fades southward. I never see its lights.