Out on the deck with the laptop. Sun filtering through the skeleton of the Black Walnut. An east wind blowing the Gum leaves in. Beautiful early winter-ish sun, and I'd like to stay out here as long as I can typing and lounging in it. Sun so low. Look at it down there, hugging that horizon. 1:15 and it's already headed down. 1:30 and it's definitely lower. I'd like to go in for a nap, and, if I do that, it might just be dark when I wake up.