I did manage to get some laundry done today, but I still can't figure out what is wrong with my dryer. The last couple of times I've used it it has left little dark smudges, mostly crescent shaped, all over everything white. They are undoubtedly all over everything else too, but can't be seen on the darker fabrics. I suspect some sort of grease or oil is leaking, which would not bode well for the moving parts of the machine. It's one damned thing, as they say, after another.
The rain due tomorrow now won't arrive until after dawn, and could be pretty intense around midday. There could be some stiff south wind with it, too, which is the sort most likely to flood my back porch. The feral cats will not be happy. The frogs won't mind, I'm sure. We will probably get a couple more feet of snow in the mountains, which is not a whole lot compared to what we need, but every bit helps, but sadly it now looks like it won't be getting quite cold enough for the snow to get down to this elevation. Well, there's still two months of official winter left, so maybe later.
I just stepped outside and saw that there is a bit of fog now. It's not very thick, but it's enough to diffuse and soften the glare from the streetlight that shines into my back yard from the next street over all winter. I do love a nice fog, and it doesn't even bother me that the damp sharpens the chill of the night air. It smells good, too. I'm going to bundle up and spend some time with it before I make that oatmeal. I don't think I'm tired enough to fall asleep outdoors and get chilled, so it's probably safe to stay out for a while.