Deer came to inspect the yard next door a few hours ago, but left without bothering to visit me. They are probably annoyed by the fact that I've let the flower bed die out. The pansies they so enjoy munching simply weren't able to survive the torrid days of summer. I'll make it up to them next year.
Now, before Sluggo decides to crash again, I think I'll return to the CD player, and let Claude play me to sleep.