I still live a life of begging time on my children's computers whenever I need the use of one. My computer - which broke, um, I don't even remember how long ago - is still broken.
So while my son is at work, I have stolen into his room to check email, etc., before I head off to bed. The room is dark, the window is open, and I can hear a chorus of frogs reaching me from out there, somewhere, in the darkness.
I like to go out at night and look up at the stars. The other night my son and husband and I snipped out to see if we could catch any of the Perseid meteor shower. We saw a few, quick, faint meteors, and then one bright one which streaked across the width of the sky.
And tonight there is a froggy concert.
A lot goes on around here when the sun goes down. I wonder who books the talent?