Because it was slightly cooler than predicted I didn't get the windows open today after all, though I left the back door open for quite a while, just to let a bit of fresh air into the litter box den. The cat cave. The ugly room I must traverse to reach the back door. That place. Portia loves it, because there are places she can sit by the windows and watch the feral cats outside, and the blue jays who raid the feral cats' food bowls, but I've never been fond of it. She's welcome to it.
I spent much of the day sleeping in front of the television (which was on, of course) because I was awake all night following yesterday's unintentional afternoon/evening nap. I have no idea why those disruptions happen. Memory of caffeine consumed long ago perhaps? I just seem to turn hyper once in a while, and last night was one of those onces. I'm hoping tonight won't be another.
The dogwoods across the street are in full bloom and looking very nice. Most of my irises, however, have already bloomed and withered away. It's hard to follow the plot of this story anymore. I blame the crappy editing that global warming is doing. Punk avant-garde.