February 4th, 2019

caillebotte_man at his window

This is Actually Sunday

Time has gotten away from me again— how does that keep happening— and it's only a few minutes until midnight. I didn't even do much today, although a prolonged break in the rain late this afternoon allowed me to go to Trader Joe's and replenish my stock of beer, and buy a few other things I hadn't intended to get. That store is run by the devil, by the way, who has it well stocked with forbidden fruit— not to mention candy bars weighing in at more than a pound. Yes, I bought one of those.

Anyway, no news of my cats today, and my unadjusted neck is still producing that low grade headache. The cold is making the furnace run more frequently, so the next PG&E bill might be worse than the last one. February's usually is worse than January's, though, so no big surprise. Because thunderstorms with furious downpours are predicted later tonight I'm expecting my phone to wake me up at some ungodly hour of the morning with a flood warning. I'm going to try to remember to bury it under something to deaden the sound o that awful bleat it makes when there is such a warning. My land line never did this, and it's not something I was expecting a cellphone to do. Ah, well. Progress, I guess.

Really missed seeing English people murder one another tonight. It was my Sunday ritual for ages.

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After some pretty heavy rain late last night the day managed only an intermittent drizzle until early afternoon when it became partly clear. It has been dry since, but has gotten very cold, and there could be snow down to 1000 feet tonight. It will get colder still for the next two nights, bottoming out Wednesday night/Thursday morning at 28 degrees, but no precipitation is predicted after tonight, at least until Friday. But it's going to stay rather cold for the next couple of weeks at least. February usually is the coldest month in these parts, so no surprise there.

I went to Grocery Outlet this afternoon hoping to get some of the cheese they had on sale, but it had already sold out. I got my donuts anyway, and a small bag of chocolate and some ginger ale. It turned into a junk food run, in other words. I blame the Superbowl fans who probably snagged all the cheese. Football is bad for your health even if you don't play it.

The cat search remained fruitless again today, but the trappers are still hard at work, spotting new cats all the time, so I'll keep following their posts. Now I'm going to make some cocoa and try to chill without being chilly.