Bright

The spring moon is stalked by Jupiter. Both have now withdrawn behind the screen of pines, leaving the cerulean sky oddly bereft. It is very cold tonight. I have heard the cries of nighthawks and the deep hoots of an owl. The bright moon must have made for good hunting. Even I feel terribly exposed, now that the clouds have vanished. I imagine small creatures scurrying from shadow to shadow, keeping to the longest grass, seeking rooted shelters. Maybe they can make their way back to safe burrows now that shadow has engulfed everything, but already the east is paling as morning twilight begins. The nights are truncated. I miss the darkness.

The UPS Guy With a Big Package

Stuff's here. The tower is huge. It isn't going to fit in Sluggo's cubby. The room must be reconfigured. The monitor will be nice, when I've figured out where to put it. It will also be necessary to go to buy some cable and (since I don't want to be switching things back and forth all the time) a splitter for the telephone line. Then all the bits will have to be conjoined in some state of unholy e-matrimony, and it will all get turned on and booted. I don't like this some-assembly-required part. It's almost as annoying as shopping. Anyway, it's almost over. Soon, Sluggo will be able to get some rest.

I'd much rather be out enjoying the partly cloudy day than shifting a bunch of stuff around. Why did I ever think it would be a good idea to own stuff?