Days and night at my cottage:

1) Seen from my kitchen window looking out onto the little leafy pathway before the wire-fence and then the corner of the garage in the next yard, a woodchuck scurries by, and he lets himself underneath a gap at the bottom of the fence so that he can enter the next yard, from where he runs quickly out of sight.

2) I pull out my book that I’m reading before bed and lay it on my night-stand as I get under the covers, and several hours later I wake up to it still there with my bedside lamp still on, since I fell asleep even before I could reach up and read it any, I was that tired on that particular night.