Wednesday Dumps On Thursday

There are hardly any stars visible tonight. Either the solar system and a few nearby stars have fallen out of the universe, a monstrous black hole is consuming most of the universe, or clouds have come in. The latter is most likely, but the other two would be more interesting. There weren't any clouds predicted for tonight, though, so I can't rule out The End Of All Things as an explanation. I would like to have had another good watermelon before ceasing to exist, but it's too late to go to the store. Drat. Jut my luck.

There were a couple of nights when the air brought no smell of smoke, but the breeze has shifted and the whole town smells like a fireplace. There's something disconcerting about the smell of wood smoke on such a balmy evening.

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This was written two hours ago but I got interrupted and totally forgot to finish it and post it. Now I can't remember what else I was going to say. Gah, one o'clock in the morning.

Starless

What's with the overcast again? It must be a conspiracy to keep the day's heat close to the earth all night, but who is conspiring? I'd blame Sluggo, but he hasn't been operated in almost two years— poor, helpless e-tard.

Could it be cows? There are lots of cows in the valley. Maybe they have found a way to turn their flatulence into cloud cover. Cows are vengeful creatures, and hate humans for eating them and for stealing their milk.

It's also possible that the cows are in the pay of PG&E, and the company is trying to increase energy use by making us run our air conditioners later into the night. Cows and energy company executives have an old alliance. It's not widely known that most energy company executives are not only vegans, but Vegans, from the star system Vega. This could get ugly.

Anyway, it's only going to be in the mid-80s on Saturday, and I'm looking forward to the brief respite from the heat. Plus I've got another casaba and there are feral cats to watch. I'm getting through the night, no matter what.