I suspect that the attic is probably hot enough to prepare baked raccoon. Luckily for the raccoons, the bit of broken drywall that would have allowed them access to the attic has been repaired. No baked raccoon for me. Another sandwich, I think, and then a big chunk of the watermelon I bought this afternoon. After that I'll probably fall asleep in front of the television. 78 degrees is not cool enough to keep me alert.
So far I've seen neither hide nor hair of hurricane Irene. There's not a cloud in the sky, and the air is perfectly still. What can a hurricane amount to if it can't even being a little rain to California? What was all the fuss about, I wonder?