rejectomorph | Slightly Cooler

A gathering of clouds brought one of the best sunsets of the season. The day, more temperate than those it followed, was decorated with flights of butterflies and small birds visiting a neighbor's birdbath. I watched them a while and listened to the rustling leaves. The afternoon breeze was almost vigorous, and a pleasant change from the still airs of recent weeks. I have the feeling that I might survive August, after all.

Dental appointment tomorrow afternoon, to take an impression for a crown. I'll probably survive that too, but I'm not anticipating it with anything resembling delight. I don't like having construction sites inserted into my mouth.