Summertime

It's half past midnight, there's a sodding great big huge full moon in the sky, almost close enough to touch; the cat's still outside roaming around somewhere - or sleeping, maybe; and the garden is filled with the sniffing of hedgehogs, surreal as this sounds.
I stood there, holding an electric torch and watching the two hedgehods. The bigger one was quiet and kept trying to circle the smaller one, while that one was doing a rather good imiation of a pair of bellows. I don't know if they were fighting or trying to mate, but I left them to their own devices and am simply going to listen to them while falling asleep. And no, I will not disturb nature by taking pictures.
Good thing I know our cat won't touch hedgehogs after a prickly encounter last year.

Mmm, shiny!

I don't know why, but I find it astonishingly hard at the moment to focus and concentrate on something, be it reading, writing or whatever. It's like I start somewhere and my train of thought jumps around not only one track, but entire planets.
So I made a biorhythm reading on a site where you can get those for free. Turns out my Intellectual curve is way in decline, and my Secondary Wisdom curve is in the negatives already. I'm going to use that as a rather good excuse.