The next likely rain is scheduled Saturday afternoon or evening through Sunday morning. Perhaps it will not interfere with my lack of plans for the weekend. In fact I'm almost certain it won't. I might manage to get to a bus-accessible store tomorrow, if I can wake up as early as I did today, and feel energetic enough. It should be dry and cool, though mostly cloudy again. We might see a bit more sunshine Monday, but the big surprise is that the last few days of January and first week of February are predicted to have highs in the sixties, one day perhaps getting as high as 67, which will feel downright sultry after the recent chilly weather. It will be a nice change.
The mockingbird spent quite a while in my back yard around eleven o'clock this morning, and I enjoyed listening to him
run through his extensive repertoire. I also managed to snip a few bits off of the deciduous vine that tried to take over the yard last spring an summer. There are more bits I'd like to snip but the remaining parts are too thick for my small secateurs. I was surprised they clipped through as much of the vine as they did. A bigger pair I'm sure would make short work of the rest of its extravagant growth.
The rain has ended for now, though there might be a bit more later tonight. It is very quiet outside, and not too terribly cold, and I might go out and sit in the dark for a while. Well, sit in what passes for dark in the mini-metropolis. The lights from the parking lot of the apartment house next door manage to shine through the cracks in the fence at that end of my yard, so I have to turn my back to it to keep it from fining my eyes. I'm sure that light wants to blind me. I'm close enough to blind already, and don't need the aggravation.