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52/09-10: Bugger
Jan. 21st, 2025 06:36 amIt appears that I failed to write an entry on the 20th, or if I wrote one I failed to post it. I really don't remember the 20th, and I think I might have slept through most of it. I've been sleeping a lot lately, morning, afternoon, evening and night. I don't remember eating on the 20th either, though I just ate a bowl of beans this morning. I don't remember when I cooked them.
Today it is to be 60 degrees. That's about the coolest it's been in a while, though next Saturday is predicted to top out at 58. Winter! But in the meantime, tomorrow is expected to hit a high of 70. That's what I would call a bugger me! day. Because it's something that's not supposed to happen in these parts. But then it cools down a bit and most of the highs will be in the sixties, except for that one Saturday. I would not be exaggerating to say that the rest of January will be a bugger me! month. And no rain in sight.
As I don't want to spend any time thinking about what the current weather patterns portend for the coming summer and beyond, I think I'll go back to bed now and give myself Dutch ovens. I need to accustom myself to suffocation in foul air, because that's our likely future. And maybe not only in California, but all the way to buggering Alaska.
Today it is to be 60 degrees. That's about the coolest it's been in a while, though next Saturday is predicted to top out at 58. Winter! But in the meantime, tomorrow is expected to hit a high of 70. That's what I would call a bugger me! day. Because it's something that's not supposed to happen in these parts. But then it cools down a bit and most of the highs will be in the sixties, except for that one Saturday. I would not be exaggerating to say that the rest of January will be a bugger me! month. And no rain in sight.
As I don't want to spend any time thinking about what the current weather patterns portend for the coming summer and beyond, I think I'll go back to bed now and give myself Dutch ovens. I need to accustom myself to suffocation in foul air, because that's our likely future. And maybe not only in California, but all the way to buggering Alaska.
