The day was bright and almost mild because an inversion layer held the fog and cold in the valley, but the same phenomenon will make it very cold tonight. In fact it might freeze. I'll have to keep an eye on the feral cats' water bowl. Tomorrow should be sunny and almost mild again, but there could be rain early next week. I certainly hope so. The lawn ought to be fairly green right now, but it is getting brown patches in it due to lack of rain, and I have no intention of irrigating it this time of year. Water should be free in December!
We might be losing the War on Christmas. Not only were the stores terribly crowded today, but the tin cans in their ceilings were playing an endless stream Christmas songs. Bing Crosby is risen! All that cheer was so distracting that I rushed out of the market before remembering to buy tomatoes. Now there is only lettuce and cucumber for the salads. It's a holiday tragedy. On the other hand, I did get a six pack of Anchor Steam Beer on sale, which is sure to improve my disposition.
To help counteract the holiday monotony, here's non-Christmas music. My dad had this record, and I remember hearing it as a kid and being very distressed at Bill's behavior toward the fair young maiden. I truly wanted to like the guy, but couldn't countenance his misogynistic violence. Still, I hoped to meet him someday and hear him spin yarns— provided he left me at least a slice or two of the pies.