The clouds parted long enough for me to get a glimpse of the dipper. I also saw the crescent moon earlier, but it was blurred by the overcast.
Sugar's buddy was here a couple of times, making a cat call. It suddenly dawned on me that he must be a tom, and he thinks he's going to get lucky. Hah! Not only is Sugar at least a dozen years old, but she was spayed as a kitten and would have no clue what he is after. He must not be the brightest kitty around.
I'm going to make the room dark now. In about six hours I have to be sitting in front of a machine that will look right through my clothes! Shocking!
If this turns out to be the last entry in this journal, it's most likely that the chiropractor snapped my neck and killed me. Just in case that happens-- thanks for reading and writing, LiveJournalaks. It's been fun. Now cheer up! Go read The Mayor's latest (as of 6/29/06) post.