Still awake.

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Haven't done a darned thing.  Can't get going.  Waiting for packages.  Being 17:00, I would have thought... nope.  Thought to check.  Not here.  Unless they put it at the back.  But I think I would have seen or heard something.  Fans.  Two bigger, more powerful, ones.  And a more normal sized one.

Last I checked, outdoors, it was 88, at 40% humidity.  We did get a spot of rain, earlier.  Not a lot.  But anything is good, this time of year.  And very rare.  I can't remember a rain in July, save maybe last year.  Yea, but... that was freaky too, if it happened.  Very unusual.  Not much, but... anything is... amazing.  It also means more is on the way.  Usually, when it starts?  It rolls from infrequent to somewhat often, perhaps to very frequent... even daily for a while.  Sometimes.  Depends on the year.

Medicine is in.  I had a bit more to eat.  More to drink.  I am staying up, awaiting the packages.  Might as well, since I am still awake.  And... trying to regain daytime is... always a goal, when I lose it.  Sure am weak, tired, though.  It is 83, near the machine, 81 elsewhere in the main of this room, and 77 in the back.  Upstairs?  I have no idea.

I'd sure like the packages to get here.  I would like to get those put together, then get on to bed.  Very tired.  Weak with exhaustion.  Hmm... not bad, just ready for bed.  I'll get a bit more water, maybe a snack, and... just wait, I guess.  Later or goodnight.