Oh, the toe. More of the nail is dropping off. It looks as though it's going to detach all the way to the cuticle after all. It didn't hurt at first, but now it's beginning to feel sore. It stings a bit, rather like the way nails do when they are ingrown. I hope it doesn't get all bloody and nasty, and me without a digital camera and decent macro lens.
The temperature could be said to have plummeted tonight. Thursday was a bit warmer than Wednesday, but this morning is at least five degrees cooler than yesterday morning, and probably a good thirty degrees cooler than yesterday afternoon. I'll be going through the traditional seasonal transition ritual of piling blankets on when I go to bed and waking every couple of hours to peel them off, one by one.
No clouds formed for the moon to illuminate after all, and the full orb made its transit in splendid isolation. I resisted the urge to bay at it. The coyotes used to bay at it for me, but they haven't come around here in ages. In fact, there were no beasts of any sort abroad all night, as far as I could tell, and the air was once again still, and the crickets once again fell silent early. It was a bit eerie, watching that bright, empty landscape slowly swept by the creeping shadows of stolid trees. For once, I felt as though I could have used some company, but there wasn't so much as a moth. If it's that quiet again tomorrow night, I'm waking the cat up.
