When I heard the last woodpecker chattering before going back to its nest I went out back to check on the feral cats, and found that they had left a bit of their dinner in their bowls, and before I could take it back into the house the skunk arrived on the porch. I was then delayed for several minutes while the skunk ate a leisurely meal and got itself a drink of water. It was only the one skunk tonight. I don't know what has become of the other one.
By the time evening rolls around I'm still too tired to cook anything, so there will be a microwave meal again tonight. I'm running low on frozen microwaveables, since the stores haven't had any good deals on them for the last couple of weeks. All the enchiladas are gone, as are the spinach-artichoke pasties. That leaves just a few of the small burritos in the freezer. I hope I can replenish my supplies this week. Otherwise I'll be stuck with nothing but canned goods and ramen for quick meals.
The forecast is still promising highs in the mere eighties starting Sunday, and nocturnal lows in the sixties starting Thursday night. Forecasts break promises all the time, but I'm really hoping this one will be kept. Even though less intense than it was a couple of days ago, this heat is still exhausting me.