Weather conditions? Sunny, warm, and the river is like a sheet of glass.
Tunes? Arcade Fire’s album Funeral.
Where were the cats when you left? Fabrizio was licking dew off of the vinca vines in the front yard, Buffy was hiding in the bamboo, Merlot was MIA.
Roadkill? One red-tailed hawk, one tabby cat, one blackish/brownish animal that was too smeared to be recognizable, being pecked at by crows.
Wildlife? Vultures sunning themselves on the beach at Mosier.
Bottles of trucker urine? None.
Abnormal fear of boxes alongside the highway containing abandoned kittens? Yep, still there.