Third night: Short posting

10:30pm

Couldn't go to my sit spot tonight so sat on porch again.

Peepers calling, their thin, drawn-out violin note.  No word from the "ree....ree...." frog, who was still calling at 8 tonight when I put the chickens in.

Coolness of the breeze seemed to push against me.

Fighting a cold, eager to go in and go to bed.  After a while, I caught myself thinking that the time would go by faster if I just shut myself down and didn't try to pay attention to anything going on outside.  Fantastic games our minds play.