Not that there's anywhere to go around here. This late, especially, there's not much going on anywhere other than the mini-mart and the sad local bars where old bikers or other aged folk hang out. There's stuff going on in Chico, to be sure, but I doubt much of it would interest me. I miss Los Angeles. Even this sort of thing.
At least it got a bit cooler here tonight.
I guess I'll go see if the feral cats are up to anything. Portia hasn't shown up yet.