The days won't be getting any cooler this week, so I guess I'd better do something to work up an appetite. That would not be burying the dead woodpecker, although that will have to be done soon as well. The feathered cadaver will soon begin attracting flies and ants. All I really want right now is a bottle of beer and a nap.
As usually happens toward the end of June, I can't believe I was ever eager for summer to arrive.