Although this break in the summer heat has brought some physical comfort, my brain has yet to catch up. I have yet to catch up with the accumulated mail at my various inboxes, too. How the spam does pile up! I look at it and think; Eh. I'll deal with it tomorrow. The weather is too rare to waste time with Sluggo. I go out and watch the apples growing in the orchard, and the seed-heads ripening in the fields. By night, the moon requires watching, and the crickets require listening to. No time for bathing my eyes in cathode rays.
I might be writing something long. This is probably unwise, as I have two long things sitting unfinished as it is, but something happened recently which reminded me of something and it is irritating me into unaccustomed thought. We'll see. Or not.
