rejectomorph | Good Night.

Gray light reveals another gray day, the damp world quiet for the moment, the rain having abated and the birds not yet singing. The serenity won't last long, I'm sure. I anticipate the arrival of the daily crows. Oh, there go the robins, and the acorn woodpeckers. They won't be letting a few clouds interfere with their day. Everybody is waking up but me and the cat (who has just settled down for her morning nap.) I am going to turn off my NEW SPEAKERS and go to sleep.