Now

[rejectomorph]

The rain began sprinkling at midnight. The moonlight transmitted through the clouds cast its glow, and the wet pavement glistened. All night, I have heard the soft fall of raindrops and the trickle of runoff, and smelled the damp freshness. Even with windows wide, I have barely shivered. I have also been unable to keep the Slug going for more than half an hour at a time, with hour long breaks between for cooling. Little can be done in these circumstances. Spring will arrive before long, and I expect that Sluggo will at last become utterly useless when it does. I've put it off as long as possible, but now he must be replaced.

I had more to say, but Opera just crashed. I must post before the client follows.