An hour of quiet, watching the cats nap while the blue jays raided their food bowl, was sufficient to put me in a good mood which I hope will last the night. Also I saw a pair of hummingbirds raiding the oleander blossoms for nectar. Sweet.
Last night two raccoons entered the garage and devoured much of the food I'd put out for the black and white garage cat. I caught them at it because they are noisy eaters and thus attracted my attention. Their surprise at my sudden appearance sent them out in haste, and the cat subsequently sniffed the violated bowls and refused to eat any of the remaining provender until I had discarded the contents and washed the vessels. Picky cat.
Into the 90s tomorrow. Must spend the night preparing myself psychologically. Read some Dante perhaps.
