It occurs to me that Susan and Dorothy are both have weasel problems. Some two-legged, some four-legged, but all weasels. On the wildlife front in my neighborhood recently I've seen bold daylight street-crossings by local coyotes.

Here, in the middle of a heat wave, this morning we had the surprise of waking to a drizzle. Lovely!

I am listening to a soon-to-retire co-worker shredding his old files today and am glad I have a couple of shredders at home. One is next to the recycle basket in the kitchen where mail is sorted and either recycled or shredded, and one in the office where files that are no longer needed, forms that shouldn't go in the recycling, etc. are destroyed. Those of a more critical nature are carried to the kitchen cross-cut shredder.