I did eat an entire 2.8 ounce chocolate bar, though. It was one I bought at Grocery Outlet some time ago, and just discovered lurking in the back of a kitchen drawer. It was from Chuao Chcolatier, of Carlsbad, California, and was "cinnamon cereal smooch" flavor, which was better than it sounds, but I doubt I'll ever find another one, as that's the way it goes when you buy stuff from Grocery Outlet. They sell a lot of overstocks and discontinued items and such, and sometimes the remaining stock of companies that have gone out of business. I can't even remember when I bought it, but as I haven't been to that store in about six months it had to have been at least that long ago. It held up pretty well.
The weather forecast is now saying that the mini-heat wave we were supposed to get Sunday through Wednesday is not going to be as hot as was predicted earlier, and only Monday will top 70 degrees. The other four days will only get into the high sixties. I'll only get one day to air the apartment out, which is probably a good thing, considering that the snow that ought to have fallen on the Sierra Nevadas ended up in Texas instead. I'm going to blame Elon Musk for that. It's not that he controls the weather or anything, but he just moved to Texas and I suspect that our storm followed him there to punish him for his continued hubris. Elon Musk is one of those guys who think's he's smarter than Elon Musk, and the gods are bound to call him to account for that. Poor Texas.
Friday night I caught a glimpse of the waxing crescent moon through the clouds. I don't see much of it anymore, now that I don't have much of a yard to sit in at night, or any cats to keep me company while I'm out there, and the mini-metropolitan sky is too bright to let the stars shine. The moon seems sadder somehow when there are no stars around it, and the sad moon makes me sadder. Too bad it hasn't made me wiser.