Although it got fairly warm today, the night is cool again, and if I manage to get back to sleep after drinking that coffee it might be comfortable. And if I can't sleep at least I'll be able to read more of my book. It's not like I have anything planned for tomorrow. Or for any day for the foreseeable future. It's still supposed to rain Sunday and Monday, and then stay mild for the next few days. Nights are supposed to stay cool even beyond that, when the days will be getting up into the eighties. Any delay in the full force of summer is okay with me.
Sometime soon I'll have to hack off some of my hair excess, which is getting long enough to tickle my ears. I hate having my ears tickled. I keep forgetting to do it until after my shower, and it has to be done pre-shower, to wash away all the little hair bits that get under my shirt and stab me. I'm going to try putting the scissors in the tub right next to the faucet, so I'll see them and be reminded next time.
It's odd, but I don't remember hearing the birds Friday. I know I spent some time sitting in the back yard, but no details about it remain in my memory. Pretty much all of pre-nap Friday is nearly blank, in fact. Dementia is so weird.