The filmy clouds have returned tonight, and the moon floats in a milky vapor. Moths cling to the kitchen window, earwigs scuttle over the countertop, and a daddy longlegs has taken up residence in a lampshade. Strange light and small beasts, but no meteors enlivening the sky. There is the soft humming of the breeze outdoors, and the louder, hypnotic hum of the window fans indoors. Sluggo will not remain conscious long enough for me to access my online e-mail inboxes. They must be filling with much spam. Oh, the subject lines I must be missing. Things like "Scooby Snack 39 Starlets" and "American Eyeball" and "Churchgoing Dent." This heat deprives me of such riches! Nevertheless, I found time to do a quiz:
|flying_blind's LJ stalker is hyperina!|
|hyperina is stalking you because a little birdie told them you talked behind their back. They are also slowly poisoning you!|LJ Stalker Finder
It is fairly certain that I will be doing nothing until Monday at the earliest. I have exclusive custody of the aging P's until then, and they will keep me busy. Everyone else is out of town (and in cooler
places, at that!.) I might grow sufficiently desperate to turn on the air conditioner this afternoon, which means that I would be forced to procreate in order to have a first-born child to render unto the Pacific Gas and Electric Company in payment. How inconvenient.