A splendid evening.

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A wonderful night.  A quarter to one, 72° main and front rooms, but a cool feeling 72°, 60° outdoors, with everything open and fans going.  It's as perfect a night as could be hoped.  I haven't opened upstairs, which was 68° when I came down.  I wasn't going to either, not making a special trip to open up.

However, a bit surprisingly, I may be going back to bed.  I'm not exhausted, merely... ready.  It is if I had a simple but full day, rather than the sort of mess that the last two days were regarding sleep, burning, not sleeping, and else.  Strange, but if it allows me to keep to days, then so be it.

I wonder, if after stressing the last few days, pushing through heat, exhaustion, and what effort I could, that heat acclimatization is returning vastly quicker than usual.  If only because I pushed hard the last time too?  Tortuous, believe me.  I worked beyond points were I thought I would pass out three or four times in the last few days, or vomit a few others, if some moments seemed they might go either way.  I was... curious.  I don't think making it through, or pushing through, is usual.  I... didn't complain, or suggest the severity, if I requested ac loading a bit once or twice, of the five or seven incidents.

I feel almost deliriously good tonight.  Fresh, if ready to rest, and mostly cool to almost cold... a zone of my greatest comfort.  Yes, shortly, a good night of sleep.  I took painpills to make sure nothing ruins this night.  I can sense a host of pains attempting to sneak by my conscious pain firewall as my consciousness wanes.  I... have pushed.  But I won't face the consequences, or not tonight.  Good night.