Waning Crescent

So apparently there has in fact been a moon these past few nights, but it was very slight and tucked in much too early for me to have seen it.

Tonight's moon was on the way out. The official name seems to be a "waning crescent."

Pugs snoring, smell of poo...tonight after a delightful soak under the stars with a nightcap of Frenet, Lulu was sitting just inside the door. She was acting suspicious, so I lit a torch and followed my nose into the kitchen where...ooops...she did it. She was obviously sorry that she had had that accident, and she had done such a splendid job of chasing away some skunks earlier in the evening that I couldn't be at all upset.

There are countless sounds at night. Whooshing and scratching and rustling round sounds