A La Nina condition is apparently forming in the Pacific, which means rain is more likely than usual in the Pacific Northwest and less likely than usual in Southern California, but for Northern California it's a crap shoot. It could be more, it could be less, or it could be about normal. Normal wouldn't help much, and less would be a catastrophe, so we're hoping for more. The odds are not great.
It has also gotten much colder, and as I expected, the furnace came on a while ago, and having been off for a few months it reeked. It's likely to go on reeking for a while, and it's likely to come on fairly frequently for the next few days. It smells rather like an old blanket that wet dogs slept on, which then dried out in a dusty room inhabited by old people who have given up bathing. Actually, I think that might be what I smell like, too, and maybe that's why I always get used to it after a while.
I'm still craving snacks and have no idea what snacks I want, only that the ones I've actually got are not satisfactory. At the moment I'm considering making some oatmeal with ginger in it and maybe putting some maple syrup on it. Molasses would be better, but I have none. I should add that to my shopping list next time, but probably won't remember.
There was no nap tonight, but then I did wake up very sad Monday afternoon, which might have put me off sleeping. I suspect that I had sad dreams, which I did not remember, but they left their aura behind them in my mood. It took a couple of hours to dig out of it, with the help of music videos of a more cheerful nature, including an arrangement of Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue for solo marimba. It's hard to be sad when you hear a marimba. I still managed for quite a while. It's been a pretty sad year.