Late

[rejectomorph]

The clouds are coming back, which made for a lurid, red sunset which I chose to imagine was a fire devouring everything from Redding to Marysville. Nothing was devoured, of course, and the clouds turned into a dark, mottled mass in which the moon is no more than a vague, shapeless glow of icy light.

And lo, the holiday banner was made to vanish from all the pages of LiveJournal but the home page. And Goat saw that it was good.

Rats, I'm running late again. And I still haven't experienced Mailstrom.