The only rain in the forecast is the possibility of showers Thursday and Friday. I won't count on them. More disturbing is the predicted high of 72 next Monday and Tuesday. I probably shouldn't count on that either, though if it does happen at least I'll have a chance to air out the apartment. Still, such a warm February does not bode well for the rest of the year. It would be nice not to have a drought and a torrid summer, but it's looking more and more like that's what we'll get.
Dinner was at nine o'clock, and now I want some sort of snack, but I don't know what to eat. Nothing I have on hand really appeals to me. What I keep thinking of is corn on the cob, but it's out of season. A slice of casaba would also be nice, but also out of season. The weather is a lot like spring, but the produce isn't. I haven't heard many trains going by recently, and I think it's because nothing is being harvested right now. I think I'm going to have to settle for my usual bit of bedtime chocolate. I should be getting to sleep anyway, since there's been no nap tonight. Maybe I'll ream of fresh, sweet, succulent corn.
