So very awfully odd

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Given my inability to deal with heat, my nap was strange beyond recall.

Going to bed, albeit chilled to the bone, I reset the air conditioners. One I turned off, the other I set to automatic.  As it turns, the automatic setting, as it was set, completely ignored the temperature set on the device.  I have no idea what it then goes by.  I only know, when I woke, it was 77° up there.

Now, 77°, for me, is usually pure suffering.  It is only in this last year that, even here and when it is dry, that 70° is tolerable, sometimes cool, sometimes too cool.  So imagine my surprise at having slept comfortably at that temperature, but also in my thick sweats-type pj's, and more with my summer quilt doubled AND one of my thicker wool blankets over that?  All snug as a bug in a rug.

I came downstairs to a 75° main, which seems cold.  Yes, regaining control of blood sugar makes body heat management a breeze.  And, yes, that is and has seemed to always be what the mechanism is.  Though I can't quite handle truly high heat, that I can truly comfortably nap in 77° is miraculous.  More, I don't seem to have lost my affinity for the cold.  Age has been rounding that up, but not health.

Quite a nap.  Honestly it was most of a sleep cycle.  My guess is, as the chill sets back in later tonight, I will crash again for a few to many hours.  At least most of a sleep cycle.  It is 82° outside, so it has dropped from the highest I have seen it, though it may have been higher than 84° at some point.  After starting the first eastern quad to water, I am chilled coming back in.  All good.

Ducks are in, the quads and back area will get one hit, the front western side will get double hit, as that is what both needs it from sun pounding and where grass was planted most heavily.  I may end up with a real lawn.  Then to figure out a shade fence to keep it with less water.  At least spring was gentle and wet enough to spot me.