Saturday, November 8, 2025, 51.6*, 95% RH, 0823
Not quite awake at five, the three had no desire to be doused with cold rain. We all returned to dreams. Rain stopped, past dawn we could see bowls in the lawn filled with water, boundaries of the stream breached again. Zayne flew across the fenced in land to bark at something. Zsolt watched. Ruger stood on the deck with me. Light traffic, no rooster, no birds.
Was speaking to a friend yesterday about AI wishing it could clone me in 3D. Perhaps 2 of me would have more energy could finish all the tasks. There’s an art to knowing how many things to display on a shelf – it all needs breathing space. Only so many pictures can hang on a wall, the eye needs a place to rest.
Light and life changes.
Photo: LJ Austin
