March 23rd, 2006


Ought to Know Better, But I Don't

Dear Internets,

We have to stop meeting like this. At least, we have to stop meeting for so long, and until this time of day, when I ought to be sleeping instead of poking around on one more web site.

Oh, I should blame the moon, too, seductively veiled in clouds and sneaking about among the pines. And then there's the softening spring air, making me linger outside where I lose track of time.

I suppose I should also blame the cat, for curling up on the couch and going to sleep, looking so content that I'm loath to disturb her so I can convert the couch into my bed.

OK, it isn't entirely your fault, Internets. In fact it's not even the moon and the air and the cat. It's mostly my fault, for not wanting the quiet night to end, and thus pretending I don't see the growing light and hear the first birds chirping.

Late Again

A flock of migrating fowl just flew over the neighborhood. It's dark, so I couldn't see them, but I heard their calls which sounded a lot like somebody whistling for a dog. I don't remember ever hearing that call before. A couple of nights ago, I heard a flock of geese flying north, and amid the honking there was a periodic quack. Was it a goose with a cold? Was it a duck who thought he was a goose? I have no idea. Maybe some variant of the ugly duckling story has taken place in real life. Odd.

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It's gotten very nice outside tonight. Clouds have gathered and are holding in the day's warmth. I'm thinking there might be a bit of mild rain later, or the clouds might thin and present me with another alluring night of vaporous veils glowing with the light of the waning crescent moon. I it's the latter, I'll get nothing done tonight, I'm sure.