Further Googling revealed that I wouldn't have to toss the syrup out. All I had to do was removed the bits of mold and then boil the remaining syrup for a few minutes, and it would be good as new— as long as I refrigerated it. So I poured the stuff into a small pan, leaving the main moldy bit to be rinsed down the drain when I washed the bottle, then skimmed a few smaller mold bits out of the syrup in the pan, and boiled the remainder until the moldy taste was gone. I let it cool for a few hours while I fixed dinner and then Interneted, but after pouring the salvaged syrup back into the cleaned bottle around two o'clock this morning, I found that quite a bit of syrup was clinging to the pan's sides and bottom. The stuff is pretty expensive, so I decided to make some cocoa in the pan to make use of it. A bit of malted milk powder augmented the sweetening power of the syrup. It turned out quite tasty, and I think I'll always make it that way now.
So even though Monday was another dull and wasted day, at least Tuesday has begun with a serendipitous pleasure. That makes up for the fact that the chances of rain today have been reduced all the way down to 12%, which probably means we won't get any. Wednesday's chance of showers is down to 25%, which is also pathetic. Each day without rain gets me a bit more worried about water shortages next summer. Of course there's nothing my worrying can do about it, so it's pointless, but then I can't seem to think of anything else to do with my brain right now, so it's no more pointless than not worrying. Does that make any sense? Probably not. Maybe I'll switch my worrying from the likelihood of drought to the fact that I probably don't make sense anymore. Life has been so monotonous lately, I could probably use a change.
Obviously I've been awake too long tonight and am getting dopier by the minute. I guess I'll go read for a while and then sleep.
