Wednesday, Thursday and Friday could be dry, which is timely. This is the week I'd like to make my annual trip to K-mart to buy a years supply of cheap clothing. Closeouts! There might be another hoodie in my future. I'm thinking I ought to nab as much stuff as I can this year, as there's no telling how much longer the local K-mart will survive. The company is not doing very well, and our store is seldom busy. It's a wonder it has lasted this long. Everybody in town goes to Chico to shop. Except me, of course. I only go to Chico when I'm threatened with immolation by a wildfire.
A night full of interruptions again, due in part to Mom's tinnitus. She keeps calling me into her room to listen for the mosquito nobody hears but her. Her short-term memory is so bad she can't remember telling me about it half a dozen times already. At least she still remembers what tinnitus is, so I don't have to stay in there very long each time, hunting for a nonexistent insect.
