Just About Perfect. I'll Take It.

Beyond the wall which separates the living area from the pasture, all is moonlit fog. Looks the world ends at the wall. The moon is high and bright. It's a good moon, my favorite. It's quiet, and cool after a hot summer. Just about perfect. I'll take it.

Gonna drag my ol' bod off to bed now. Been a fair day. One longstanding problem resolved - always a good sign.

Good night, Gracies. And remember, inherent capacities cannot be exceeded; a pint can never hold a quart.