6/7: good out of not-so-good

I had trouble falling asleep last night; I don't think I started sleeping until after 2 a.m.  And then I woke up before 7.  Not so good.  But it gave me an extra-long morning, which meant that I could spend time on the porch with the cats and my coffee before it got too hot, that I could read a chapter of Dickinson Unbound (about which I am exercisedly ambivalent / ambivalently exercised, both glad to be learning and thinking but also frustrated with some of the moves the author makes), and that Chris and I could decide on a lark to go to the creek and cascade at Woolly Hollow before lunch.

The cascade is beginning to dry up, but this rivulet bubbled on its way down the rocks: