The night is surprisingly cold, especially considering that the clouds did not entirely dissipate tonight. I see a few stars, but mostly I see clouds, which glow faintly despite the absence of moonlight. There is more light from the ground here every year, and fewer trees to block it.
I am craving coffee, which is another thing that happens when I am coming down with a cold. Of course, I dare not drink the stuff at this hour. I'd like to smell some brewing, though. The scent, a skeleton key to memory, would be sure to drag me from the present moment. Even thinking about it tugs me to other times. But no, I won't write about them now. I must shut down the computer and warm the room, and get some sleep -- in a bed for the first time in days, but in a bed without a cat sharing it for almost the first time in many years.