I'm not a fan of yard sales. I find them depressing, and they never have anything I would want. In this particular case, I also suspect stolen goods. I'm also irritated at having had my sleep disturbed repeatedly all morning by the popularity of this impromptu retail establishment which has sprung up ten feet from my window. Well, it's January, so this is probably the only one in town today. All the local yard sale junkies are delighted to have an unexpected fix out-of-season, and are descending on my normally placid block en masse. I wish the entrepreneurs good sales, not for their sake, but so that there will be no merchandise remaining to justify their continuing the event tomorrow.
Other than that, it's been a nice day, with a nice assortment of cumulus clouds which are now thickening into sufficient cover to look just a bit threatening. I do like gray days, even when I'm a bit bleary from lack of sleep. I suppose it would be churlish of me to hope for an early arrival of the rain predicted for Monday or Tuesday. That would prevent any yard sale turmoil tomorrow. But then the sale might come back next Saturday. Better that they sell out today. Too bad they have nothing but crap. If there was anything worth having over there, I'd be willing to buy it myself, just to hurry them on their way.
