rejectomorph | Through Another Night

All the clouds have either gone, or have gone so ghostly pale that they might as well be gone. A cricket- either Johann or a new arrival- has taken up residence in the bush next to the front walk. He's been chirping the calling song all night, so I've been careful to shine a light each time I've passed that way, so as not to have another unintentional stomping tragedy (I still feel bad about having crushed Johann's first prospective girlfriend.) Sufficient morning light has now spread that I can see the walk clearly, so any late-arriving female crickets would be in no danger from me, but they'd best take care not to attract the attention of the birds now emerging from their rest and seeking breakfast.

I wouldn't mind some breakfast myself, as I didn't feel like eating all night, partly because my jaw has grown very sore and hurts when I bite down on anything. Now I'm getting extremely hungry, and it's almost time to sleep (which is not a good time to eat.) There's nothing soft, anyway. Maybe I'll stock up on bananas, which don't require much biting. I only hope that new physical malfunctions don't keep developing. The headache didn't leave until after midnight. I'm becoming quite annoyed by all this nonsense, and would like for it to be done with.

Clouds being gone means no more rain, I guess. That's a bit disappointing. The heat will probably return now. I'll try to ignore it.