Friday the mockingbird only sang briefly again, but I think I've discovered why. It has been singing every time I've gone outdoors tonight. It must hate the hot days very much. It might help that the moon is still very near full, and is quite bright tonight. Cool air and soft light seem to me like ideal conditions for avian happiness. I wonder that more birds don't become nocturnal. There are plenty of flying insects out at night, too, so no trouble for a bird with decent night vision to grab some convenient snacks.
At the moment I wouldn't mind a snack myself. I made ramen for dinner again, and it's wearing off. I plan to have a bit of chocolate in a while, but maybe I should eat something else first. If I'm too peckish I might eat more of the chocolate than I'd planned. My bananas aren't ripe yet or I'd have one of those. I'm sure I'll find something though.
Rain is still predicted for Monday and Tuesday, but probably a bit less of it. Wednesday is now only tentative, at 20%. It will be very disappointing, though not very surprising, if this rain fizzles out. But there is now also a forecast of rain a week from Sunday, and perhaps more the next day. Spring may be turning very strange. Or stranger than it already was. I'm okay with that, as long as it's not strangely hot anymore. Anything that puts summer off for as long as possible is fine. Withing reason, of course. I don't want another of those floods we had last spring. I've got too many books piled up on the floor now.