rejectomorph | Belated Saturday

The moon turned gibbous during the cloudy nights, and now flaunts its light in a clear sky. Though the night has turned cool the frogs seem pleased enough with it and are croaking loudly. It must be a bit too cool for the crickets, though, as they are silent. It will warm soon enough, and I might have frogs and crickets and the scent of jasmine all at once for a week or two. The flowers are about to open, and a few warm days and mild nights will probably do the trick.

Now if I could only get the computer to stop being dickish. I told it to post this entry ten minutes ago, and it still hasn't done it.

Fifteen minutes ago. Digital mess.