Eos has not yet stretched out her rosy fingers, and Selene has long since gone to her bath. There were stars for a while, but they have grown fewer as the hazy sky of last evening has become ever more dense throughout the night. Now it is almost all clouds. Rain is likely to return today, but not until evening. The ground has barely had a chance to dry since the last storm, and the sodden mass of piled leaves moldering under the wild plum bushes still sends out the damp smell of decay. The local lawns, of course, are improbably lush. It looks as though it's going to be a very green winter.
I just had to fish a gnat from my glass of water. I air-dried it as best I could while it was on my fingernail, and then let it fall onto a paper napkin. Now it lies there, looking mostly dead, but now and then wriggling its legs. So far it hasn't tried to extend its wings. Maybe they are still too wet. I'll leave it there for a while and see if it flies away. If it doesn't, I suppose I should put it out of its misery. Stupid bug. Why would it go swimming when it doesn't know how?
Also: I have walnuts.
