April 17th, 2019

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Not Sunday

The last package arrived today. It was mostly shirts, but one jacket for colder weather which I can put away until late this year. The shirts are a bit heavier than I'd like, but will do for now. They are mostly cotton and I'm hoping they don't shrink, as they are a bit tighter than I'd expected them to be. I should probably wash them in cold water. Now that warm weather is here the water from the taps won't be as icy as it has been, so there shouldn't be a problem with the detergent.

Because I went to Safeway today it feels like Sunday. That was my regular grocery shopping day for so many years that it's difficult to adjust to the new irregularity. But instead of having a couple of days when I don't have to think about shopping, the new ads from the grocery stores will be out in just a couple of hours. I like to get the list out of the way as soon as possible, so that's what I'll start off doing tomorrow— if I remember what day it is.

I was outside about half an hour ago and heard the mockingbird give a couple of calls. It must have woken from its sleep briefly. I wonder if it saw the moon? The moon won't be full until the 19th, but it's already pretty bright. Not as bright as it was in the mountains, of course, but still bright. I wonder how it looks floating above the dead trees on the ridge? I wonder if the frogs are singing in their polluted stream? I wonder if any of my cats are hunting under the light of that moon?
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I just woke up from about a three hour unintentional nap, and feel as tired as I did before I took it. That's probably a good thing. I'm going to go back to sleep and see if I can stay that way for th rest of the night. To hell with dinner, I had a late lunch.