vast, forbidding and oblique
Three or four days in a row, I’ve stopped to let a doe (usually with fawn(s)) amble across the road. Wondering whether that’s because I now live closer to the edge of town. Of ~twenty residences in ~sixty years, this is the first not within an incorporated city.
I rarely see deer out in the county, though.
allRGB: images in which each of 16 million colors occurs exactly once. (Found at MathPuzzle.) I see I’m not the only one to think of the Hilbert curve idea, but I’ll post two others.
In unrelated news, I was surprised today to find some late blackberries, bland but wholesome.
On average, my cats don’t ask for much attention; a head-rub suffices for half the day. For a few days recently, they were much more demanding. Perhaps it was the change in the weather; we’ve had a week or so of autumn, though Thursday was summery again.
I had a visitor from beyond an arbitrary polygonal arc. When she got here, she asked, “Did you get my note?”
“What, today? No.”
“… Oops, I sent it from my Canadian phone. So when I get back to Canada, you’ll get a note saying I’m on my way!”
The local Humane Society has such a hard time placing black cats that it offers a deep discount on the adoption fee.
My sky has been heavily overcast for days. This impairs my sense of the hours, and sometimes makes me feel dopey.
The cottonwoods are heavily shedding what look like very late snowflakes.
The first distinctive feature I’ve noticed in the local dialect is a habit, among some people in retail (and the like), of responding to every datum with “Perfect.”
Are you together? … Perfect.
Do you need more time to look at the menu? … Perfect.
Strawberry milkshake? Perfect.
Can I get your date of birth? … Perfect.
How wide is this tic’s range?