This evening I've heard flocks of geese flying over the neighborhood, but they don't seem to have made up their mind where they want to settle. They have been going both north and south, at various times. They might have been expecting a more autumnal atmosphere. The mild, dry weather has lingered so late this year that the birds might be confused, and wondering if it is spring already and time to head back to Canada. Tomorrow might clarify things for them. A 10% chance of rain has suddenly appeared in the forecast. I'm not expecting more than sprinkles, myself. The forecasts have disappointed me too often.
There are no plans for tomorrow, the bus-accessible stores having so little of interest on sale this week, and there being nothing I want that I can't easily do without. But perhaps I'll get impulsive and go somewhere, as unlikely as that seems. What I'm thinking right now is that, since it is likely to be cooler tomorrow, I might just sit around with some hot tea and some cookies. It's been a long time since I've had a day suited to that.
Oh, and a second copy of Kerouac's On the Road has arrived in the mail. It would appear that the great minds of LiveJournal think alike.