June 22nd, 2009

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Summer may be breathing down my neck, but it's not yet singeing my hair. Afternoon's still air was hot but not unpleasant, and once the vagrant breezes of evening began rustling the leaves, things became quite enjoyable. It was not the sort of day on which I'd have wanted to take a walk, but it was fine for letting the shade of the oaks dapple me in repose. Some iced tea with apple cider added just the fillip needed to assuage what little discomfort the heat managed to impose.

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.