The Internet sucked me right back in Friday, despite my vague plan to cut back on screen time. All those unread books I've got are going to reproach me, I'm sure. They won't be angry, of course, just very disappointed. I hate when books give me that look. It's like they are reading my mind, and giving me a bad review.
For some reason the freeway is being noisier than usual tonight. But then it is Friday night, I guess, and there are probably a lot of people going out of town. Not just this town, but the bigger ones farther south. It might be survivalists heading for their bunkers in the mountains or out in the deserts of eastern Oregon. I'm sure it isn't small town and rural folk heading of to a big weekend in San Francisco. Even if the place wasn't largely shut down, it's just too expensive there anymore.
I still haven't gotten around to making a list of things I need from the store, despite having spent so much time on the Internets today. And here I am still on the Internets as the night slips away. I ought to try to get some sleep. The blankets are very inviting, and they, at least, don't judge me.