Nodding

So I dozed off and woke with an idea of something I wanted to write but didn't want to lose in case Sluggo crashed before I could post it and so I began writing it on paper and it grew as things sometimes do and although it is nearly finished so am I and it is too late to post it so it will have to wait until later and I'm not using any puntuation am I? Well. The cats are stirring and want fed and I hear my neighbor up the street starting his car. He goes to work about the time I go to sleep. That's now I guess. Are the Oscars over yet? I didn't watch except for a couple of minutes just to see what the new theatre looks like. It looks Hollywoody. Oh yeah. Sleep. Good day.

Hello, Fuzzy Moon

There is just enough of an overcast this evening to make the three-quarter moon blur, as though it had been photographed for one of those glamour magazines that use vaseline on the camera lens to hide the flaws of models considerably younger than Luna.

This afternoon, as I sat in the yard, I was distracted by the sound of a small airplane. Its droning engine put me in the mind of World War I movies with dogfighting biplanes. It looked quite graceful against the grey slate of sky. Suddenly, a pair of mating jays flew into view. They alighted on the telephone wire leading to my house, then dived into the bushes, their fluttering wings smacking against the leaves. Then they darted out and up into the tree above me. One of them chirped loudly, then they stopped and listened to a chirp from another jay nearby. One of the birds flew off in the direction of the chirp, and the other swiftly followed. After that, the plane didn't seem so graceful.