I’m coming down with something, and now in an extended period of not-here-yet-full-blown (sniff). In my mind’s eye, I am doing my best at containing a huge potential for spewing germs, thus controlling, in some way, the genetic future of the mini-critters incubating in my corpus…kind of a personal GMO enterprise?
On the other hand, wonderful moonlight! Great time to be in the Great White North on a clear night…. (Downed leaves don’t reflect quite the same.)