|An Entry About Nothing (What Else is New?)
||[Feb. 6th, 2018|11:02 pm]
This evening the sunset displayed those pastel colors which always evoke in me a somewhat melancholy mood. That sort of sunset is induced by atmospheric haze which never quite manages to form into real clouds, and thus serves as a persistent reminder of how dry the season has been, and how likely we are to get watering restrictions this summer. My hope that we will get much more rain this year is rapidly fading. It looks like last year's generous precipitation was a one-off, and there's no telling when another such season will arrive, if ever. It is most distressing. |
My Internet connection seems to have quit acting up, which is nice, but Portia has decided she wants to sit on my lap and purr, so I'm having trouble using the keyboard. This is mainly because tonight she has decided that my arm makes a perfect headrest, which is new. Usually she just forces me to raise my arms a bit, which is uncomfortable. New she's making one of them almost unusable. If it isn't one thing it's another. The world is determined to drive me away from this computer (I am assuming that Portia is from this world, and not an alien, which I sometimes suspect her of being.)
I keep looking for stuff in the larder and realizing that I forgot to buy it, or that I didn't know I was out of it (usually because of the nephew's raids, after which he always fails to tell me he used the last of something.) Last night it was celery that I had forgotten I had forgotten to buy, and tonight it was onion, which I believe was the nephew's fault. I'm not going to try to guess what it will be tomorrow. Let it be another surprise. If I get enough surprises maybe I'll get used to them and they won't bother me anymore.
At least I'm not out of beer. That's the most important thing.