Hopper

Last night's full moon was obscured by clouds, so I am glad I communed the night before.  Last night the wind blew in the rain and made sleeping difficult.  Something did.  A bad cabeza, perhaps, full of frogs, toads, and lizards.  Whatever, I'm tired this morning.

Here is a painting by Hopper.  Of course not, but it was what I wanted.

The day is uninspiring.