There's no view of distant lights here, what with the trees all around (and there aren't that many lights in this town anyway) so I don't get to do one of my favorite things, which is watch them flicker. Watching the lights flicker on a windy night was one of the pleasures of living in Los Angeles that I miss most.
Once again I didn't get around to checking the supermarket web sites. The rest of the Internet conspired against me, as usual. Most likely I won't get around to it until much later tonight, or maybe not even until tomorrow, since I really must go eat something now. My blood sugar has crashed and my brain is sputtering. A few handfuls of peanuts, I've discovered, is no substitute for a meal.
Whoa, the windows are rattling. I hope that leaning oak tree next door doesn't come down on my den.