Watch, therefore, for ye know not what hour your lord doth come.

Mmmmmm, gloriously sunny day again. Is it just me, or has this been an unusually hot and sunny summer for the UK this year?

Nonetheless, we have a couple of days of rain and they'll all be whinging, "Urrrghhhh, why is the weather in this country so sh*t? Why's it always raining? What a crappy, cloudy, rainy summer this has been." It does wind me up somewhat.

Anyway, there was something I forgot to mention yesterday . . . I got back from work, sat down at my desk (at the top floor of my house, incidentally) and put my right hand on my computer mouse. Nothing unusual so far. I ought to mention at some point around here that my window had been open all day. But then I noticed that my mouse felt kind of . . . well, gritty, I think is the best way of describing it. I was hoping I could just wipe this grit/dust from my mouse and get on with using my computer, but soon it dawned on me that this grit/dust stuff was actually all over my desk, and probably scattered throughout the rest of my room (house?). So what the frig was all that about? I then, perhaps overly romantically, speculated about the Perseids (?!) and how the Earth had but recently passed through the remnants of some kind of comet (doesn't help that I don't much know what I'm talking about here) . . . net search needed . . . the yearly passage of the Earth through the orbiting debri left behind by periodic comet Swift-Tuttle . . . ah, that's better. Thanks for that, http://www.brera.mi.astro.it/apod/ap960809.html. Anyway, so then I had this crazy idea that some of this debris had settled on the Earth's surface and made its way into my room. Or, it could have been some guy doing some sanding down/up the road, but that's not as interesting an explanation. Ah well, as Steppenwolf's 'Don't Step on the Grass, Sam' fades out, I go downstairs for breakfast.