Croak

Feels like I should be writing something, but I just don't have the brain cells for it these days.

I'm losing grey matter with every violent coughing fit.

I was already forgetful. Soon I'll be repeating myself.

Soon I'll be repeating myself.

Getting to the end of War and Peace, though, in between spasms.

Napoleon's on his way out. He's goin' down, baby. Yup. His time is nearing an end.

Nearing an end.

Tomorrow is early dismissal day around here. I almost typed "dismal" day. Hmmm. Freudian slip?

Everyone gets to come home from school at lunch time. Yippee.

I think I'll leave you with this apt description of our recent weather, compliments of Leo Tolsty. He was talking about Russia, but it equally applies to Prince Albert, Saskatchewan last week:

"From the 26th of August to the 2nd of September, that is from the battle of Borodino to the entry of the French into Moscow, during the whole of that agitating, memorable week, there had been the extraordinary autumn weather that always comes as a surprise, when the sun hangs low and gives more heat than in spring, when everything shines so brightly in the rare clear atmosphere that the eyes smart, when the lungs are strengthened and refreshed by inhaling the aromatic autumn air, when even the nights are warm, and when, in those dark warm nights, golden stars startle and delight us continually by falling from the sky."

Here's to dark warm nights with golden stars to startle and delight.