We slept nine hours straight last night. I believe that is exactly what we needed to do.
Now we have an entire day before us and we have no plans at all. The sun keeps changing its mind about whether or not to show its face.
I can see about ten different types of birds in the backyard and a squirrel is sitting on the outside table, eating a mushroom with his clever little squirrel-hands. There's a frog croaking somewhere on the porch about five feet from where I'm sitting. Last night Mr. Moon had to rescue two bats. One was UNDER the dish drainer in the kitchen sink, drenched but still alive. One was on the floor of the library, covered in dust. But still alive.
He is such a kind man. He gently captures them in a towel and takes them outside and does something (I can't bear to watch) to get them to come to life and then he releases them. "Bye-bye!" he calls as they make their Bat Way into the Bat Sky.
I have taken to calling him Bat Daddy.
You know that thing where they say that bats eat more than their weight of mosquitoes every night? I hear that's a lie. They do eat mosquitoes but not that many. I'm sorry. I just can't get behind the bat as a cuddly darling little creature. Sure, logically, I know they're harmless and really, really cool but my brain finds them as disturbing as snakes. Snakes have no legs and yet manage to move across the ground and up walls and trees and sometimes into my hens' nests.
Bats are mammals but they fly and they have little mammal ears and little toenails on their wings.
STOP IT, BATS! STOP BEING SO WEIRD!
But mostly, stop being born in one of my chimneys and flying into my house.
Oh Lord. Too much nature.
Well, I need to figure out what I'm doing today. I should probably go pick some more blackberries or clean a toilet or something although I'm feeling serenely un-inclined to do anything productive. I could just sit here all day long and watch the birds and the squirrels and the light filtering in and out of the clouds, in and out of the trees. I doubt the universe cares one bit and the breeze is sweet and the crickets' humming is hypnotic.