Little Bits

There's a moth fluttering against the computer screen again. Maybe it wants an LJ code. A moth might have more interesting thoughts than I do these days.

I've begun getting sleepy spells at about three o'clock each morning. If I do nothing at that time, I nod off to sleep for an hour or so. I'll probably never figure out the quirks of my sleep schedule. Just when I think it has settled into a pattern, something odd happens. Most of reality is like that.

"Oh world, but that thy strange mutations make us hate thee, life would not yield to age."

That's Shakespeare. Lear, I think. Anyway.

That red mole near my right shoulder blade has developed that burning sensation it has periodically been getting for the last couple of years. It tends to flare up with stress. I'm going to have to get more of that ointment for it. Since my visit to the dermatologist, at least I know that it is extremely unlikely to become malignant. I wish I could get the same guarantee about some people.

The moon is down to a thin, late rising crescent. The darkened sky is a good backdrop for Orion, who rises fairly late as well. I'm glad he's back. I missed him all summer. I'm pretty sure he didn't miss me, but I can dream.

More Small Stuff

Yay! The new television season is starting! How exciting! (/sarcasm)

I've finally gotten around to dead-heading the rose bushes, and didn't get pricked once. (No jokes, please.) If my back yard were unfenced, I wouldn't have that task to perform. The deer would come into the yard and eat the roses before they died. But other things would come into the yard, too, and the cats would be most displeased. They are particularly unfond of dogs, and there are some surly canines about who escape their yards sometimes. Thus the fence, and the uneaten roses.

Even with the shortening of the days, the heat continues. There have been years here when September was chill and rainy, but this year the spirit of August has lingered long after it might have been expected to curl up and die from its own desiccating heat. If October is hot, I shall be livid. We're overdue for mildness, and a rainstorm would not be unwelcome. I dreamed last night of Catalina. I've never been there.

In lieu of rain, I'm going to take a longer-than-usual shower, and to hell with the water bill.