As I was sitting on the porch this evening a skunk must have walked right past me and I didn't even notice it. My first cue that it was there was when I heard an unusual crunching sound from the feral cats' bowls. Shining the flashlight I saw that it was a skunk. Skunks get noisy when eating dry cat food. It polished off the few bits remaining, and then sauntered back across the porch on its way out of the yard. It was a very small skunk, probably very young, but its tail was enormous. It pretty much ignored me, and the feral cat nearby didn't pester it. Cats must have an instinct warning them against skunks. A squirrel would have been chased into a tree.
The forecast is still predicting no respite from the heat. Finances (I'm almost certain to be short for the annual fire insurance payment due in August) are still dictating only absolutely minimal use of the air conditioner. I'll be forced to use it Sunday morning or I'll never be able to get ready for my shopping trip.
TMI: I'm hardly peeing at all. Almost every drop I drink is going for sweat. I wish summer was over.