March 5th, 2006



Despite dense clouds, nothing has precipitated outdoors all night but a bit of icy mist. Indoors, however, unintentional sleep was precipitated by... well, I have no idea. There is no reason for this to have happened. All I know is that three hours once again vanished in a dreamless puff. On my lawn, the cold night has preserved four surviving clumps of snow. They look like ghostly hieroglyphs in a lost language, casually scattered along the north edge of the wild plum bushes.

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The storm brought its own heat, and thus there has been no more snow, but only hour after hour of cold rain. My neck has gotten more out of place and now my head aches. My attention span has gone to hell. I'm going to turn the lights out and do nothing for a while.