It’s 3 in the morning. I have indigestion. It’s dinner, I can tell.
The world’s very quiet at three. Despite what my grandmother may say — there are no monster tractor trailers coming down the road to be weighed. There’s no place to weigh them.
Snow fell yesterday. Not much, not the two to four inches the forecast called for. More like half an inch. In the moonlight it looks nice. Wintry.
The weather’s been topsy-turvy. From one extreme to another, from sixties to twenties and back, all in the span of a week. This plays havoc with one’s sinuses.
Apple juice is nice at three.
That is all. :tired: