Feeling busy for the last week and, as a result, my need to blog has not been exercised. It's OK though, I've been keeping notes.

I must begin on a contemporary note. A classic V-formed flock of geese just flew over, initially in five or six waves heading SW, but then a few flew back the other way briefly, honking. Maybe they had left someone behind. It is one of those days when, seasonally, small flies coat the Northerly windows. A light, particulate snack for the fattening spiders, already swollen on daddy-long-legs.

A week ago, exactly: The sun was defeated by the moon-lit phase of the day. Equinox, and on a cooling autumn evening I got out of the car and waved my nose at the starry sky to see, in sequence, the plough upright and ready for harvesting, and, a slow faint satellite heading North West (not the one that crashed on Friday). No surprise to find the car covered in dew the following morning, nor a lifting mist as I drove out across the lawn North of the village. The mist had left the ground, but only by enough to show off the damp ponies, the beautiful highland beasts, the white webs in the tops of the gorse. Just above the road, near-tangible threads of water vapour looked like folded curtains hanging across the sky, just thinner than the dusty spider webs we have in the roof at home.

I drove carefully, engrossed in other mental activities than steering, accelerating, braking. Through the woods, across a main road, swishing back and forth the curves in the next woodland until, bearing left I slowed to let two lumber lorries turn wide into an enclosure to my right. As I sped up again I had time to see the progress of a large grey slug, half way across the carriageway, unmolested, leaving an uninterrupted trail of lubricating slime. This is not a busy road, as I may have mentioned before.

At the weekend, and taking up far too much time, a collection of new PC components got shaken into their new case, with the power supply I never did get around to fitting the last time I did an upgrade, and commissioned with 64 bit linux. I completed most of that job on Tuesday evening, creating an almost perfect Minecraft processor by this morning. The other day at the weekend was taken by a visit to the Southampton Boat Show. The boat show seemed to suit everyone in the end; enough freebies and activity for the boys, some pretty boats for the DW and, for me, just the atmosphere, meeting a few folk we know, a few techy displays, miles of hulls and rigging.

Instantly, with the equinox, cherry trees showed their newly red coats, Virginia Creeper clothed buildings glowed their autumn blood tresses, the tops of the birches reflect yellow back up to the skies, sycamores hold up their dinosaur footprint leaves, spotted with the colours of ripe oats and barley.

And the Morning Pages. Just for the last two mornings; finally putting that difficulty sleeping, or excessive ease in waking, to some use. As sometimes happens, the pages seem more of a symptom of better productivity than a cause. I feel a familiar stress/relief pattern as I write them. A need to Do Stuff when they are complete. I always worry that they replace useful activity, or leave me tired, but analysis seems to show a benefit, at least until I lose the feeling of need to do them. The mandolin practice is lagging a little though, I must keep an eye out for that.