D.O.P.-T.

Temperature continuing to creep up; but the wind didn't fail, so it was bearable. And evening is starting to draw in noticeably a little bit sooner: by the time I finished hand-watering, the light was just beginning to decline, as if it was about to rain.

The dog let me oversleep again. She's always had a habit of moving from the bed to the doorway and then barking me awake from there, as if she's afraid I'll kick her if she stays on the bed to wake me up. Recently, I've been waking up to see her simply staring at me from the doorway. Maybe there have been barks that I don't remember hearing. Maybe she's experimenting with telepathic barking.