Full Moon and Empty Head
Nov. 20th, 2002 10:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
senoritafishThe Santa Anas are continuing. Last night it never cooled down. I woke up about 4:30 am because Gareth climbed in with us again. My stomach was growling so I went out to the kitchen for some toast. When I consulted our little weather station it said the temperature outdoors was 74 degrees. There was a breeze all night as well; the ceramic wind chimes on our patio tinkled occasionally and I could deeper tones from the neighbor's large one. The moonlight nearly overpowered the streetlights, turning the sky cobalt in the west, and I had an impulse to get dressed and go for a walk. Maybe if I had a big dog.
But bed called me back. Gareth was asleep by this time, so I trundled him back to his own bed and covered him up, although he hardly needed it. An hour till my alarm goes off again.
Now I'm at work. The wind has picked up, and is making short work of the remaining leaves on sycamore trees outside. Maybe at lunch I'll go outside - I may need to get warm from the air conditioning in here. But for now I'm stuck in table after table of spot prawn trawl landings, by boats, by depths, who turned in logs and who didn't, how many fishermen will be affected by a certain depth closure. Tedious but necessary. All to save the bocaccio. Better get crackin'.
But bed called me back. Gareth was asleep by this time, so I trundled him back to his own bed and covered him up, although he hardly needed it. An hour till my alarm goes off again.
Now I'm at work. The wind has picked up, and is making short work of the remaining leaves on sycamore trees outside. Maybe at lunch I'll go outside - I may need to get warm from the air conditioning in here. But for now I'm stuck in table after table of spot prawn trawl landings, by boats, by depths, who turned in logs and who didn't, how many fishermen will be affected by a certain depth closure. Tedious but necessary. All to save the bocaccio. Better get crackin'.
