Thursday night I slacked off a bit on the cooking, making only an avocado sandwich. The avocado was not quite ready, and didn't have the best flavor, but it had only one small bad spot. I might get luckier with the other two avocados I've got on hand. I have to keep a close eye on them, as they can go from ripe to overripe very fast. Tonight I'll have to make another actual meal using the stove, so I can thin out the refrigerator contents a bit more.
Last night I finished the Rushdie novel, so I'll have to pick out something new to start reading tonight. That's always the hard part— looking through all those unread books and deciding which one most appeals to me right now. I might go back to a detective novel this time, as I really do miss seeing English people murder one another on television. I do have a couple of Agatha Christie books, if I can dig one of them out of the stack. I'm a bit worried about the stacks with the wet weather coming up. If we get another storm like the one in 2019 that flooded the apartment I have no idea where I would put the books. I've been thinking I might wrap a few of the larger ones very tightly in a couple of layers of plastic wrap and then stack the others atop those. It might work.
I was only one hour short of sleep when I got up Thursday, and I avoided taking an evening nap, so I'm about ready to crash now. I might not get very far into whatever book I pick out tonight. It might be raining when I wake up today. A couple of hours ago I heard a flock of geese flying over. They must have been hanging out at one of the high country lakes beyond the Sierra, and are heading south to the delta because they know what's coming now. I must remember to bring my outdoor chair in before I get under those warm covers. Now, in fact.
