April 6th, 2020


Reset Day 8

Sunday night I managed not to fix a real dinner or eat it at dinnertime. I microwaved a frozen burrito and opened up an avocado I ought to have eaten two days ago. It was mostly defunct, and what wasn't defunct was funky. That's the problem with buying produce ahead of time. The time ends up getting ahead of the produce. The local certified farmers market is still operating, and it's somewhere in the parking lot of the plaza over by Trader Joe's every Wednesday morning from eight o'clock until one in the afternoon, but I don't know about walking over there.

I found an article about the farmers market in Altadena, and there they have gone entirely to online ordering. You drive up (or bike or walk up, I suppose) and pick up your order already bagged. I do usually like to select my own produce, but given the circumstances this alternative might be a better idea. It's too bad Altadena is some six hundred miles away.

There was more rain early Sunday morning, but I slept through most of it. It ended about noon and since then we've had only a few sprinkles, though it has remained overcast all day. There could be a few more showers later tonight, but Monday is likely to be merely cloudy. Then we get whipsawed. The high on Wednesday is now predicted to be 81. That's just a bit extravagant for April. So far I can't say I'm very happy with how 2020 is turning out. And as much as I'd like to be cheerful about the prospects for improvement, I can't shake the feeling that it's going to get a whole lot worse.

Now for the rest of the night I'm going to go escape into a book written in the past, until I can fall asleep. At least I don't have a lot of dishes to wash tonight. Thanks, microwave.