With the early onset of cold weather, I have taken to wearing a knit cap while I sleep. It isn't a proper night cap, but it's the best substitute I have available. I'm sure that my Canadian ancestors would be proud of me, with hose on my head. One advantage of it is that I can pull it down over my eyes to block out some of the light. The main advantage is that I need not chip blocks of ice from my scalp on waking.
Evening provided us with a delightfully lurid sunset. At first, there were bands of lavender and pink across the entire western horizon, and then a concentration of intense, deep pink which soon turned luminous tangerine, in the southwest. Sunsets such as this are almost enough to tempt me to drop acid, in hopes that I can find out what they taste like. I bet they'd smell good, too.
The most disturbing thing I've heard on a television commercial in a long time; "The cheese comes from real cows, the eggs come from real chickens, and the sausage comes from Jimmy Dean." Ewwwww!