The Finch Formerly Known As Gold

27 December 2003

Large and in charge

An unheard-of 60 degrees this morning, and the sun won't rise for another two and a half hours. I was carrying a trash bag outside (Big Blue and his brother, per city ordinance, reside behind my fence except on pickup days), and in the dim light cast by street lights to the west and north of me, it dawned on me that damn, this is a pretty big yard, and weirdest of all, it's mine.

And then it dawned on me that it was Saturday, a day when I habitually don't get dressed until 7:30 or 8, and I probably shouldn't spend a whole lot of time outside before that time. Especially with the winds blowing at twenty.

Posted at 5:20 AM to Surlywood