Maladjusted

The clocks are still on daylight saving time, but I am already back on standard time. The clocks are out of whack with nature. I find this very annoying.

Because of the smoke, the moon was orange again tonight. It is very pretty orange, and I enjoy it, provided I can forget the cause of the unaccustomed color.

Three nights now, no deer on the street. Only stray cats and the clumsy raccoons.

Sluggo is very close to being flung against the wall. Of course, I would rather fling it against Bill Gates.

Obviously, I am irritated.

Tidy

Had to tidy up the room today after a stack of magazines fell over. Yeah, I've got a whole housefull of stuff crammed into one room and part of a garage. I ought to rid myself of more of it. Stupid packrat nonsense gone too far.

If you're tired of those stupid tests, ignore this.

It seems that I am a snake, but I don't know which kind. Probably not poisonous, though. I was given a choice, actually of snake, sheep, or mountain goat. I do have some sheep traits, (though I used to have more,) but mountain goat is actually a pretty close second to snake. I have mixed felings about my snakiness. Maybe I'm a snake who aspires to being a mountain goat. If I become a goat, maybe I could have an unnatural relationship with Frank. That might be interesting. Take the test at animalinyou.com.
Thanks (or blame) to greck for posting the link.