Hot, or hotter.

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It looks as if it will hit 90 F today.  I slept long, just woke.  Or woke finally.  I did change the mash soak twice, so can begin cooking it whenever, though probably after it cools, or at least the sun is no longer so full.  Probably the same with the porridge.  though there isn't all that much porridge, so it can be cooked without too much of a problem with environment heating.  I woke several times through the day.  It was simply too warm.  For me.  It is hotter now, but realizing I was past my need to sleep, the last time I woke I turned on fans outside the bedroom, including the ceiling fan which is in summer mode, and left my bedroom door open.  That maneuver sort of thaws me and cools the rest of the cave for a more moderate living situation.

Oh, sad dreams.  Went looking at music after I woke.  Not really to pair things, just... looking, as I sometimes do.  I had never heard of Poets of the Fall, so I also investigated some of their music.  It just so happens that one of their songs fit my dreams, or the remnants of the feelings.  I don't remember the dreams, only what sensations remain.  Give what I understand now, this song might just be the dream reincarnated.  Even a true dream, I suspect.  I suppose I can share.

I am hoping to get going in a bit.  First a bit of coffee.  Then some time waking.  I... think I can get to work this evening... after it cools and I wake.  Sadness is proof that once there was joy, perhaps once again there might be.  Later.