Wednesday, September 21, 9:30 PM. Brewer.

It was a beautiful day. A cold front came through overnight and it was chilly for the first time since May. I always love the first cool day of a Texas autumn especially when, like today, it’s sunny with blue skies. It will probably get warm again in a few days, but the foretaste of mild weather is delicious.

The weather forecast is one of the things I miss most about the old world. They were sometimes wrong but it’s amazing how often they got it right. The weather affects us more now than it ever did before. But we have no idea what’s coming. The Almanac offers weekly forecasts that are “80% accurate” (it says), but so far…let’s just say the jury’s still out. It’s frustrating to think that there are hundreds if not thousands of satellites swirling around the globe that are probably still operating and beaming down images. We could use them to see what kinds of clouds and fronts are coming, but we have no way to capture the images.

We’re concerned about the cat. Everyone’s been out looking for him. Claire spent all morning searching despite the cold. She crossed the creek all alone and came back shivering and pale.

I’m concerned about her heart if not her health. She loves that cat. We all do. He’s such a gentleman, part of the family.

We checked the deer feeders today, scattered around Charlottesville. Two of the trail cameras had video of deer using the feeder. We saw a couple of does and some eight- or nine-point bucks. So we know where to hunt. The boys are begging to go tomorrow. I’m both nervous and ready.