the sleeper almost wakes

No stars last night, unfortunately. I went out after dinner and there were a few holes in the clouds, so I carefully unwrapped the scope. Then looked up and there was nothing but mottled cloud, illuminated by GatorGlow ™ -- that's the radiation produced by tens of thousands of students driving around to keep from walking.


Clouds forecast for tonight, too. But I will stroke my magic eyepiece and try to stare them down.


Slept pretty well, in a kind of Percodan fog. "Perk O'Dan" sounds like a sprightly Irish pixie, but it's more like a really comfortable gown that weighs so much you have to go lie down. It works really well for post-operative pain, though. When it starts to wear off, that "just lost a knife fight" feeling creeps in with no subtlety, but O'Dan punches it back.


It's a cool damp day, and I don't think I'll do any work in the morning. Find a DVD that Gay doesn't want to see in the judging stack we got for awards voting. If my brain wakes up enough I'll return to the Elmore Leonard novel I'm reading, but it has inexplicably become as complex as Kafka.

Joe