The day was mild and cloudy, and there have been a few sprinkles. The damp has not discouraged either the mourning dove or the mockingbird from singing all afternoon. The mockingbird was actually active until twilight. I think it might be nesting somewhere nearby. Maybe it even has a nest in the big bush that grows along my back fence, but if so, I haven't been able to see it. It would be a good place, since the neighborhood cats would have a very hard time crawling through all the branches and twigs to get to it.
So far I've spotted five different cats in the immediate area, including one who occasionally manages to scale the tall fence identical to mine behind the apartment next door. This happens late at night, so I don't get a good look at him, but he sits atop the fence and sees me just fine, and waits until I go in before he resumes his journey to wherever he is going. The porch light gives just enough illumination to reveal that he is a big orange tabby. He might be the one I sometimes hear running across my rooftop in the dark early hours of the morning.
My own cats are still unfound, which does not surprise me. At this point it would only surprise me if any of them were to be found. About the only other thing that has some chance of actually happening but would surprise me is if I regained the ability to keep track of the time, or if I went back to a regular sleep schedule. I almost aid it would also surprise me if I managed to get this apartment fully furnished, but that is probably something that has no chance of happening at all.
Oh, there goes the train. How mournful its horn sounds.