I did remember to get the back yard watered today, though it was almost dark by the time I got done. Portia delayed me by curling up on my lap and purring. I hate to disturb her at such times, so I just kept web surfing while she napped. When I finally got outside two feral cats had to greet me, and their dinner, and then I gave the shrubs their belated watering. Unlike the cats, they failed to show any affection in return for the attention. I guess they are waiting until spring to do that.
My late lunch is wearing off, so I'm going to go heat up a can of tamales now (yes, I know— my diet is a disgrace) and then maybe go out and watch the waning, but still large, gibbous moon for a while. It's nice to enjoy the cricketless quiet that has descended on the neighborhood. The noisy bugs were hanging around so late this year I thought they'd never leave. The air is still tonight, too. Now I'll be able to hear the fluttering wings of passing night birds.