January 13th, 2006

munkacsy_parc_monceau

Fogged

More fog came and went tonight, but this time it was accompanied by dense cloud cover which concealed the moon, so when the fog was at its thickest, I had a little gray room to myself, and the rest of the world faded into darkness a few dozen feet away. It smelled nice, too, being scented with wood-- mostly pine-- rather than having the cold, swampy smell it sometimes gets. The fog is gone now, but the clouds are still there. There's a slight chance of rain today, but a better chance Saturday.

I finally fired up Sluggo and downloaded about a month's worth of Juno mail. Mostly spam, but a couple of things I should answer, however late my replies will be. Because I didn't move the chair over to Sluggo's location (it's a lot of bother to get it over the bed that pretends to be a couch), I had to kneel while deleting the spam, and now my ass is sore. It's out of shape, I guess. I'm going to have to start doing ass exercises. Is there a tape for that?

I'm still feeling unfocused. An avocado sandwich didn't help.

Giant birds ate our ancestors' brains. Heh. Perhaps I'm experiencing some sort of hereditary memory.
munkacsy_parc_monceau

Allure

The cat sits at the window and watches the gray day become rainy evening. The matte pavement turns glossy, presenting a blurry picture of fading sky, as a small bird making an insect-like chirp gets in a last few pecks at the lawn before flying off to the shelter of a bush. The rain isn't very strong, and the small drops make little sound, but the downspout soon begins to trickle. A slight breeze rises and flicks drops from the pine needles. The rush of their falling passes up the block like a wave. The cat grows tired of the scene and moves to the couch for a nap. I continue to watch the fading dusk, and put off lighting the lamp. When I finally head for the switch, the room has grown so dark that I must feel my way carefully. It always ends like that. I'm supposed to be out there, I think.