There wasn't much laundry yet, but I decided to do it anyway since nobody was around here today, which gave me the laundry room to myself. Usually I just use warm water for the laundry, to save on energy for the water heater, but under the circumstances I decided to use hot for a change. The difference in my white socks was a revelation. Sadly it didn't work as well on the cheap sherpa throw. The white, fake wool side still came out pretty dingy. But then that is some sort of synthetic fiber, not cotton like the socks.
My mockingbird visited for a few minutes this afternoon, but there was no sign of Taylor the lizard. For quite a while there was a strange person on the bike trail. I couldn't see her, of course, through the solid, sev">thisn-foot fence, but I could hear her. At first she was laughing periodically, quite loudly, which was making the dog who lives on the other side of the trail bark. I decided she must have been listening to something funny on headphones, as the only other explanation I could think of is that she was schizophrenic and had very comical voices in her head. Then she started hallooing at somebody some distance down the trail, telling them to come down, but I don't think they ever did. Maybe she decided to go to them instead, as after a while (it seemed like quite a long while) the commotion stopped and I've heard no ore of her since. It was actually rather disturbing, but at least it helped pass the time.
For most of the day it was reading and Interneting and a bit of tidying. I came across this interesting article on the L.A. Eater foodie web site. It's interesting to me because it's about the now-mostly Asian San Gabriel Valley, the part of town where I was born and lived for forty years. The area appears to be handling the pandemic better than much of the city, with lower rates of infection largely thanks to the population having been better prepared, as one might expect Asian Americans to be, many of them having relatives and friends in the regions first affected by the virus. The thought of all that carefully prepared and sanitarily packaged takeout food from all those restaurants is making me hungry. I'll get nothing like that here.
The boring mini-metropolis of Chico will get a couple more mild days before the rain comes back Saturday and Sunday. I suppose I might hear the mockingbird again, and maybe see Taylor, but I have no plans to be going anywhere anytime soon. If going shopping again becomes unavoidable, I hope to put it off for at least a couple more weeks. In the meantime I'm expecting the same vacuous weirdness to continue indefinitely. I hope that crazy lady doesn't come back.