Dopey

The sky was quite nice today, from the burnished clouds at sunrise to the steely gray of midday to the golden sunset. It was very noisy, though. One of the double-wides over the back fence is being refurbished, and there was lots of hammering and sawing and drilling going on, and much clatter of aluminum and lumber being tossed about. They've chosen an odd time of year to fix the place up. It will be interesting to see what they do tomorrow with a half-finished wall letting the cold in for Thanksgiving.

I couldn't wait for the holiday and had my Thanksgiving macaroni and cheese tonight. I guess that means beans tomorrow, but beans are a native American food so maybe that's more appropriate anyway. I'm not sure what I'll be eating next week because the stores didn't put out their usual Wednesday ads. I won't be able to make out my list until Friday, which has thrown my rhythm off.

The whole day has been odd, really. I feel like I've been sleepwalking for the last fifteen hours or so. It might be a product of that illness that still refuses to arrive or depart. I'm thinking I might make a cup of tea. Tea and maybe some cinnamon toast. Nice on such a chilly night.