Viv just turned on the tube and it dropped right into a headline rebroadcast of the fucking “it was a rock” Pasco police shooting. She managed to change the channel before the fucking money shot but good god. When she asked me why I was yelling at her to change the channel I had to explain what had happened to her, a task I did not relish. She has heard nothing about it and has a well-formed, fully earned distaste to hearing me rant about social justice issues.

aaargh. we are under attack by the small black ants known around here as ‘sugar ants’. they showed up very early this year and have proved unusually persistent. i believe this is an unfavorable augry for their future fecundity.

Out my window, I can hear one of the resident hummingbirds performing his mating dives. The dives produce a birdcall which is actually produced by the bird’s feathers as he comes out of a high-speed dive.

This particular fellow is acoustically interesting because he seems to have the ability to change the pitch and timbre of the call, sometimes higher, sometimes lower. I suppose it could be that he’s attracting conversation from a member of a different species.