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I didn't crash until halfish after three. I probably could have, perhaps as early as two, but I was absolutely drinking in the cool of the night. My main downstairs thermometer read 73.9°. With fans going and everything open, I was blissfully freezing. It was so cool outside that I changed the ac's to fan mode and opened a few windows. It was down to 68° when I closed shop this morning, 70° upstairs before I switched rigging.
I woke around six, the first time, to check things, and attempt escaping sleep. I switched one ac to cooling, one off, and closed the windows upstairs. Downstairs I opened up a bit more. Then had to go back to bed. I simply could not keep my eyes open.
The sun, he's a tyrant! I so wanted to continue sleeping. Around, under, even some heat through, the window and curtains. More so with fluttering from the necessary fan placement. Both the warming and the light caused me to flee bed. I closed up the downstairs and am almost awake enough to think.
Oh, right... the cot! It is in a shaded part of the upstairs. And with the ac on, and how I can place the fan, it might work for more sleep. I keep the beds made, putting a featherlight blanket on top of all else for day naps or sleeping. Good for naps, but if I need more, my body shifts so that I become cold, so that I end up crawling deeper under the other blankets.
Still so tired that my eyes, even body, hurt. And it is starting to heat up down here, partly from me and this machine. Yes. Back to bed. Later.
"The sun, he's a tyrant!"
ReplyDeleteI am in agreement. Direct sunlight and I have never enjoyed cordial relationships. I prefer heavily overcast days, or, even better, days with a light mist or rain.
I used to enjoy some sun. It was having to work in it for hours, and then illness to top it off, which have made the sun so difficult. I am not sure I am more ill than you? But you have been ill longer. Though who knows who can handle the sun less, or precisely why. I can burn even on cloudy days though, in the summer.
ReplyDeleteMy real problem is I really used to enjoy the sun. I miss it. Sometimes I really wonder about vampirism. Desert Cat said he had never seen anyone burn so terribly or quickly, and his wife... then... was a very sensitive to the sun sort. Freckles, pale, Irish in part... definitely that part. I was a lobster before she could gain a sun blush.
Odd that I can hold a pan that is fresh out of a 350° oven, barehanded (if I try not to tempt God in that, do burn sometimes). Actually, it was 385°, if... that makes any real difference?