November Going Out Like a February

The wind has not come here tonight. There are breezes now and then, rattling the leaves, and pulling the heat from my skin, but mostly, the air is still. Yet there is not the silence of stillness. I hear the wind. It sounds from the canyon, or from the higher ridges, or the lower, and sometimes from the treetops nearby, and yet the wind itself never reaches me. How the sound carries on a cold night! I see the wind high above, as well, making the moonlit clouds race. The clouds are not dense enough to threaten snow, and seldom entirely conceal the waning moon. They are diaphanous, shimmering, and never still. I' sure the distant sound of wind will evoke them in my dreams.

Still Fully Assed

To my astonishment, my ass has not yet frozen off! A good thing, too, because I use my ass almost constantly, to sit in front of Sluggo and waste my time web surfing. If I had to stand, assless, I'd be unable to endure it for long. I would be forced to invest in some sort of harness that would allow me to both see the monitor and work the keyboard and mouse from a prone or reclining position. This would likely be mistaken for a piece of fetish gear, and I would be arrested and incarcerated. Prison would be a very lonely place for me, as I would be assless. Who would want an assless cellmate? Thus, I am very glad that my ass has not frozen off.

Now, I am going to sit on my ass and go root around in the Los Angeles Public Library Photo Database.