Chaos

Mondays tend to be hectic around here, but yesterday was more so than usual. I didn't even manage to get anything posted last night. This week, Tuesday promises to be hectic as well. Maybe things will be back to what passes for normal by Wednesday. I wouldn't count on it, though. There will probably be a blizzard, or an asteroid will crash into the earth. In the meantime, I have to cook dinner for guests tonight, so I need to get to sleep. And guess what -- I'm not tired at all. I also can't think straight at all, and I didn't even have the fun of getting drunk. I think it's because it's very cold and the windows are closed and I'm not getting enough oxygen to my brain. But that would at least make me sleepy, wouldn't it? Hell, my brain is getting as weird as Sluggo's.

Colder

Another storm has moved in, much colder than the last. All afternoon, the day has darkened, gusts of wind have punctuated the gray stillness with flights of yellow leaves fluttering down onto the freshly cleared lawn. Thus far, only a few sprinkles have fallen -- small, icy needles of rain sufficient to give the pavements a dark sheen. Snow would be no surprise. The cat sits looking out at the trembling leaves. Not even the bird swooping over the lawn can tempt her to go out and chill her warm paws. I remain in the house, too, listening to the intermittent boom of wind in the chimney. It is an evening better seen than felt.