The heat was quite unpleasant Monday, and I slept poorly and too late, not rising until after three o'clock in the afternoon. As it has cooled down outside, I am now cooling the apartment with the fan and hope I can get to sleep earlier tonight. I intend to let the computer sleep early in hope that I will follow its good example. I might fix myself a nice alcoholic beverage in hope that it will help. I just don't want to see the sun coming up while I am still awake.
Although Tuesday will be fairly warm it will be a good ten degrees cooler than Monday, and then we are to get back up into the eighties for three days in a row. I'll be eating a lot of sandwiches, as I hate cooking in hot weather even more than I usually do. Next week is supposed to be cooler, though, and the forecast for Sunday now shows a 78% chance of actual rain. April is unpredictable, of course, so I'm not counting on it, but it would be very nice.
The mockingbird is still doing a lot of nocturnal singing. That doesn't really make up for the lack of frogs, but I do appreciate it. It makes the mini-metropolitan nights seem less like a corpse lying by the side of the road, ignored by the passing motorists, of whom there are far too many.