Well, I was going to rant about something but decided not to. I'm exhausted, and in that state my rants get too loopy. I'll just say I'm not happy about the fact that California's infection rate is probably going to be spiking to its highest
ever just about the time I have to go out to do banking and shopping again in early December. Bad timing. Well, it is what it is, as a famous person I don't like to name said not long ago (and he should know, since he had a lot to do with making it what it is.) Maybe I'll do one of those store pickup things this time, although reports of their efficiency and reliability at the local stores are not glowing. We'll see. Maybe I'll get lucky and die of something else before I have to go out again. Something quick and not messy would be nice.
Rats, I haven't even washed the dishes yet, and there are a lot of them. I hate waking up to dirty dishes, but I think I might have to this time. My eyes don't want to stay open now.
