George Bernard Shaw
I got up around 3:30 this morning. Just couldn't sleep. My usual thing would be to add, "I had the weirdest dream last night." That might seem to indicate an anomaly, but it isn't. I've said that almost every day my whole life. But that's an entirely different story for another time. And I will go into it because my dreams are worth a blog or two, but not today. Anyway, I was contemplating today's post and stepped outside to see the moon and stars. The moon has been so bright this week it looks like I have outside lights on. And the stars at this elevation away from the city never fail to awe me. Stars are something I never tire of seeing. They're like sunrises and sunsets and rainbows. They always ignite powerful emotions. The whole universe is such a marvel. Quite suddenly, through all this great pondering, a thought popped into my head completely unsolicited and unexpectedly. I realized I misspelled "phase" in my September 5th posting. I wrote "faze". Grrr...!! I knew when I wrote it that something felt funny ... but I didn't stop long enough to work through and discover the error of my ways.
The Steller's Jay is back today. I saw a pair of them! Look at that face! Reminds me of a bearded old man with bushy eyebrows.