After waking up rather late, I spent most of Friday afternoon feeling queasy. Again I didn't feel like making a proper meal so I just ate some ramen. I deep forgetting I still have a couple of ears of fresh corn in the refrigerator. They might not be fresh any more by the time I get around to eating them. The local corn was very good this year, and priced reasonably, so I had quite a bit of it. It's now too late in the season to be that good, and it's getting more expensive, so the ears in the refrigerator will probably be the last I have. I hope I remember to eat them before they go bad.
The mini-metropolis is noisier on Friday nights. The freeway is busier and the traffic around the Plaza is heavier. There is probably another big movie at the cineplex, as I heard quite a bit of traffic in that direction a short time ago, probably the last shows getting out. For some reason the sound of all those cars rumbling through the night fills me with melancholy. Maybe it's because, for me, such things are in the past. Or maybe it's just because I no longer have a lawn for me to yell at the kids to get off of.
I should gt a snack and go read for a while, then sleep. There's a big day of nothing planned at all tomorrow.