Empty of deer, thrifty of clouds, dimly lit by the waning moon, this night has passed quietly with only the occasional whisper of soft wind in the pines. There was but one brief moment of excitement when my elderly cat suddenly decided to be inexplicably kittenish and went romping about the room, upsetting a number of objects and scratching furiously at the upholstery. The outburst was soon over, and now, having tuckered herself out, she is sleeping on the center of the bed, from which position I must soon roust her. I don't care how peaceful she looks, I am not letting her take her half out of the middle!
One other thing. I would be pleased if my prankish pant cuffs would stop untieing my shoes every few minutes. I suppose they'll give up the game after they've been softened by a few more washings. Ah, pants. I sometimes think we'd be so much better off without them, but naked I would be too cold, and I doubt I'd look good in even the nicest of frocks. Maybe I should just wear loafers until the pants lose their stiffness. I'll sleep on it.
