rejectomorph | Long Nights, Busy Days

I didn't write an entry last night because my sister has come down with the flu, and I have to take on a lot of added work as a result. I had to go shopping, among other things. Shopping never used to bother me, but now that I'm out of the habit, I find it unpleasant. I don't know where anything is in the stores, or which stores have or don't have which items. That makes it even more time-consuming. Later today, it will be vacuuming and laundry. I expect a tedious week. And, I forgot to buy cat litter.

The nights have grown clear and chill, and distant sounds carry sharp but diminutive. A dog barking or an owl hooting bring to my mind an image, but it is a miniature. A few hours ago, tiny deer passed within earshot. Cars passing on distant roads turn to toys. Under the influence of this phenomenon, I look at the sky and imagine it to be a series of transparent spheres, as the ancients believed it to be, set with the lights of small stars only a few miles away, like the lights of houses across a valley. It is a comforting thought. I can understand why they were so reluctant to give it up.