. . . until December.

The older one gets, the faster time seems to go.

But for me another year is currently only one seventy-something of my life.

When I was ten, it was a tenth.

Anyway, it was another IUD. Last night I turned on the porch light just before I went to bed and startled a possum. Those critters tend to freeze up and look scared.

The raccoons are curious, however, and just check that I'm staying inside before they go back to eating. Well, raccoons are higher on the developmental scale, judging by the standards established by homo sapiens.

I have an appointment in New Orleans tomorrow afternoon and I don't think I'll go in to Newcomb before it. By the time I would get stuff ready to work on it would be time to take off for the other appointment. Besides, rain is in the forecast.

My neighbors appear to be back from their mini-vacation. Their dog is much happier. (He's quieter.) Anyway, because my "living area" is on the opposite side of the house, I really don't notice him barking except when I'm in the computer room. And it doesn't bother me. I really like these neighbors--they don't think I'm nuts to put out raccoon and possum food. We use the same pet-sitter. And they have left most of the trees on their lot.

At the moment the weather is lovely--cool, but not cold. The furnace hasn't gone on all day, and I haven't felt the need for the fan.

A pleasant, but unremarkable, day.