rejectomorph (flying_blind) wrote,
rejectomorph
flying_blind

None to Speak Of

The night was a washout as far as meteors go. The cloud cover was more persistent than on the previous night, and the meteors themselves probably fewer, so I saw nothing but vague hints of lights beyond the clouds and the occasional streak glimpsed from the corner of my eye. The air continued to be pleasant, though, so it wasn't a total waste. I remain unbitten by ticks, despite two nights of spending hours outdoors. For some reason, the cat stayed in the house, parked on my bed, where she remains now. I hate to disturb her, but I must, if I'm to get any sleep at all. Of course, the clouds have cleared and the day is bright. I need blackout curtains.
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