The lunch is a couple of bucks cheaper than the dinner, and a bit smaller by not much. I was able to finish it this time, but just barely. After so large a meal there will be no dinner tonight, just alight snack. I'm feeling quite tired now, so I don't think there will be any trouble sleeping tonight. The terribly bad news is that it starts getting hotter again tomorrow, and the forecast currently has no fewer than seven triple-digit-high days in a row starting Thursday. I was hoping that August would turnout to be a bit cooler than July, which was above normal this year, but so far no such luck. It's safe to say that so far this is the worst summer I've ever experienced.
I'm really hoping to get a ride to Safeway tomorrow or Tuesday, as there are things I'm running low on, and given the upcoming heat it's very unlikely I'll be getting to either of the bus-accessible stores this week, and maybe not even next week. I did manage to get to CVS this evening to replenish the beer supply, so at least there's that one thing I don't have to worry about.
One of the nearby crickets is back tonight, after having gone missing all last night. Since it's a bit cooler tonight I might be able to get the windows open before I go to sleep, and then the cricket can provide a soundtrack to my dreams for me. Not that I'm likely to remember any dreams, since I seldom do, but I do like the idea of hearing crickets chirp as I sleep.
Sacrifice To The Cat That Scared All The Rats
by Mei Yaochen
When I had my Five White cat,
The rats did not invade my books.
This morning Five White died,
I sacrifice with rice and fish.
I see you off in the middle of the river,
I chant for you: I won't neglect you.
Once when you'd bitten a rat,
You took it crying round the yard.
You wanted to scare all the rats,
So as to make my cottage clean.
Since we came on board this boat,
On the boat we've shared a room.
Although the grain is dry and scarce,
I eat not fearing piss or theft.
That's because of your hard work,
Harder working than chickens or pigs.
People stress their mighty steeds,
Saying nothing's like a horse or ass.
Enough– I'm not going to argue,
But cry for you a little.