Same moon, different world

[muckefuck]

Around this hour last night, I was collapsed into bed reading Vilhelm Moberg after taking a moonlit stroll through the soughing reeds to the dolostone-strewn shore of a private cove. Even rush-hour traffic in both Milwaukee AND Chicago haven't killed that buzz. So much to post about, but I was up to greet the dawn and for once I have my own bed waiting for me, complete with snoring boyfriend and purring cat.