Well, another day.

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I've mostly closed up the house, save that mid-back western window that seems to help, and for now the front door.  The front and back parts of the house are cool, but the middle room is warm and humid.  I tinkered with the ceiling fan.  Perhaps that was switched?  Not sure, but it's odd.

It is so strange, upstairs.  When I turn the fan on, near me, the temperature actually drops  two to three degrees.  But it feels much hotter.  Very strange.  I just thought I and the fact the sun is hitting that side, is why it warms.  But, no.  How the fan makes it heat up, but feel so chill I need blankets, is a bit of a trick.  It was 73, and I was burning up.  I turned on the fan, it got to 76, and I needed all three blankets.  Bleh.

I am hoping to get to work today.  The north counters.  Dishes.  And the living room.  Maybe, but not sure... about some of it... any of it.  Still, that is the goal.  It was just at 72 at about nine this morning, outside.  It was 72 in this front and probably back rooms, but the middle room was 75.  Strange.  Later.