Tonight I don't hear the nearby cricket chirping. Either it is dead (devoured by a cat perhaps) or it has found a mate and is chirping so softly that I can't hear it. You have to get very close to a mated cricket to hear it, and it was living back in the part of the yard where I haven't yet raked up the leaves that have already dried and fallen from the heat. It would be bound to hear me coming and would fall silent, and I might end up stepping on it myself. I'll just have to hope it's still there and hasn't been eaten.
The moderately hot days and fairly cool nights are continuing, and the next week or so should be tolerable enough, as long as the weather behaves itself.
I just had the thought that I would shut down the computer and get ready to watch the very last episode of The Daily Show with Jon Stewart in about twenty minutes, but it's actually 24 hours and twenty minutes. My brain lost track of a day again. I hope I don't lose track of tomorrow tomorrow.