Ray's Thought for the Day - Heavy Dew

Yep. First fog a while back, now dew. The dew point was reached, amazing. Of course, the dew at the CB means Crumby's telescopery antics are constrained so he is wandering around mumbling, 84. Generally, when Crumby starts mumbling some number over and over, that number may have some ovational significance. The significance of the number, may, or may not, obviate the annoyance of the incessant mumble.

Actually, both Crumby and his servant, the luckless Llew Llaw Guffes, disappeared a while back, Praise the Goddess, but Ogma is hard upon us, so that Crumby should reappear here in the laboratory, anon. And a one, and a two,and a three, and a four,

Ray, my bosom companion. You may note how comfortably dry I am, despite the heavy dew. Yessir, two of the constellations, Orion and Canis Major, that I am studying intently may be easily espied from the cosy yet dry confines from under the barn roof that protects both Lleu Llaw and myself from getting ourselves wet. This is a helpful discovery and shall contribute overmuch to the ordering of my schedule for the time being.

That's wonderful news Crumby.

Yessir. But now Ray, I am off to perform an ablution or two, for I am feeling tardily deciduous relative to those ablutions.

All righty then Crumby. Go enjoy your ablutions, Praise the Goddess.