I have more placid company, as well. For several days, a tiny spider (about an eighth of an inch across) has been parked on the wall just below the window sill. It has no web that I can see, and as far as I know it hasn't budged from that spot in all this time. I don't mind it being there. I rather enjoy watching it not move. It's like having a small Buddhist ascetic monk meditating nearby, enrapt in a state of perfect serenity. I have no idea what the arachnid eats. Dust mites, perhaps? Of course, it might be dead, and me projecting my nirvanic fantasies on an empty spider husk. I don't want to poke at it to find out, though. I've grown accustomed to its presence, and wouldn't want to either scare it away (should it be living), or discover for certain that it has shuffled off this mortal coil and passed into what dreams might have come to the Danish Prince. I like my little spider buddy.
Almost sunrise now. If I read the signs aright, my brain will probably short circuit sometime this evening. In lieu of coherent thoughts, I will have iced tea. Maybe I'll have an hour or so of rationality late tonight. Maybe I'll babble mindlessly for the next several months. Summer is here. Whoopie.