Jesus it's chilly and windy here.
Maurice and I woke up at three, both of us on high alert. The wind was gusting and sending branches to the ground and I think a critter was walking in the dry leaves. A possum, a coon. It took us a long time to go back to sleep and it was truly Halloween-like, a bit creepy, and we finally drifted back off to sleep in our mountain of covers.
It's clear as can be here this morning and I'm gearing up to go to town to help Hank move and go see St. Vincent. I am very excited about both of these things.
I reach out to stroke Maurice but she's having none of it. My hands are cold. She is shining in the sun, a flame of orange on a cold day. We need to go make our breakfast and if Mr. Moon were here I would make pancakes but he is not. My pansies are starting to stand up and once again, I wonder why the word "pansy" has come to represent something weak when the flowers themselves are so cold-hardy, so strong in their lives, their beautiful blooms, their velvet faces.
Good morning from Lloyd. How much chocolate did YOU eat last night?
I ate my share. That's all I'm saying.