We walked a little past dusk last night, and in the wake of Humberto, the air had turned cool and crisp and smelled faintly of early autumn. Byron came over for Torchwood and didn't leave until midnight or so, so we also watched Fay Wray in two Michael Curtiz films, Doctor X (1932) and Mystery of the Wax Museum (1933), both in two-strip Technicolor. At some point, I glanced out the window and a young opossum (Didelphis virginiana) was perched in a tree, staring in at us. Spooky got a photo:
Cute little bugger.
I also wrote the third and final section of the "Shutting the Door" entry for Professor Nareth E. Nishi's journal, which, by the way, added another 1,104 words to yesterday's total word count. This week, I've been trying to pull back from Second Life, because while it might truly be the Best — Toy — Ever, I have also allowed it to consume far too much of my time. Yesterday, I didn't sign on until well after midnight, and only stayed inworld for a couple of hours. A vast improvement.
Okay. That's it for now, unless I would risk the wrath of the platypus...and I wouldn't.