A little while ago, I heard several deer running along the street. This was just before the guy at the end of the block started his noisy truck. He probably startled them when he came out of his house. If I'd been outdoors at the time, I might have gotten a decent look at them, as the moon is still high and bright, but by the time I got to the door they had passed far up the street. After the noisy neighbor departed, I stayed out for a while, as when the deer go up the street this time of morning, they sometimes return after a few minutes, but they didn't today.
The cooling weather has considerably reduced the pollen count. I no longer feel as though I were coming down with a cold. Now, it's only an occasional sneeze and a bit of a stuffy feeling. Apparently, I'm not going to die just yet. This pleases me, especially since I'm now hearing acorns fall more often, and I always enjoy listening to them crash on the rooftops and roll down to drop with a soft thud on the ground. I'd like to survive long enough to hear a really big acorn crop set up a nightly clatter. Last year there were fewer than usual, but the oaks appear to be well-laden this year. The wet spring was good for them. I'm probably as happy as the squirrels are about that.
Arrr, time for bed. I'll talk like a pirate in me sleep!