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There just isn't a way to get away from the heat. Something I need to do to create a sleep pattern. Still, a bit of effort might go into it. I had to turn my fans off yesterday, as something smelled like heated plastic or electric. I will be opening the windows and turning on the fans shortly, hoping they still work and I don't smell that smell. Sure, I could buy more fans, but money is a bit pinched, my mother is coming in before long, so it simply isn't a good time for failure. I may purchase one more fan, assuming the other two do work, so that I can alternate fans a bit. They have been running nearly non-stop the last few weeks, with only a few days off when I had travel plans.
I am hoping to get back into town tomorrow. I prefer to be into town earlier, while it is still cooler. A bit of bank business, a bit of tax business, and maybe some ice. It's the little things, like an occasional iced drink, that helps. I could make ice, but I don't seem to track well enough to keep that much on hand. Yeah, cry me a river and all. But I really can't stay on top of what I have to do, so adding wants in either fails or ends up replacing a need.
A bit more goofing while the fans do their job, then some sleep. Good night.
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