Speaking of fruit, I just realized that I had only one casaba this summer, and no watermelon. The prices never dropped to a reasonable level, and the quality of the melons available was surprisingly low. Another reason to be displeased with this year. Another reason to be glad that but three months and a few days of it remain to be endured. Not that years actually have a particular character, of course. Good times and bad times seldom follow the calendar. 2003 thus far has been one of the exceptions. I've had just about nine months of crap now, and wouldn't be surprised to see a demon baby pop out of October.
Once again, I've had the odd experience of becoming very tired at about three o'clock in the morning. This time, I nodded off for a while, but now feel wide awake. I have no idea what this onset of late-night napishness portends, if anything. It is one more inexplicable disruption in a time of disruptions. I want it to go away. I'm having way too many Matthew Arnold moments anymore.