Actually a full ativan means I won't *want* to get up tomorrow morning: its sleep is so delicious, especially if I indulge in AC tonight to keep more allergens from blowing in through the window fan. But tomorrow's troubles tomorrow.
Sitting in the side bedroom these past nights I hear something moving in the walkway between me and next door. I think of beasts- specifically, I think of raccoons- but it might be people. Poking about with flashlights reveals nothing and after last night's garbage putout, I conclude it may be an odd trick of acoustics, because it certainly sounded like next door was putting out their already put out bins when it was across the street. Then again, what I thought were the clumps of fallen ironwood seeds on my front steps seems to be fecal in origin, though I know no local animal that poops golden. Maybe it's the Mystery Skunk who occasionally perfumes the neighbourhood?
