Wet

It's nice to have the rain back, and even nicer that the air is not as cold as it was, so I can leave the window open a bit and listen to the trickling rivulet that is slowly eroding the slope where the wild plum grows. The night smells fresh, and its cool air moves over my skin with gentle insistence, telling me where I am. I've lately been sickened by abstractions, and need the restorative of the physical world. I've been wandering in my head and, worse, in other people's heads. I will go out and let the rain slap some sense into me. I will recall that I breathe molecules ages older than thoughts.

Ow

Headache. Probably the result of falling asleep with my head in odd positions a couple of times lately, which has resulted in my neck being more out of joint than usual.

There is furious rain tonight, and treetop winds that howl and roar, but leave the low shrubs almost undisturbed. The power could go out at any time. I don't want to have the computer on for long.

Several acorn woodpeckers were perched on the side of the utility pole this afternoon. They haven't done that very often this year. I enjoyed watching them jockey for position, periodic squabbles breaking out as one or another tried to push past the one just above him. Everybody should have a few acorn woodpeckers around for entertainment.

Wind so strong I can't even hear the rain. Time to shut down.