Awake, finally.

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Upstairs was 70 and 72.  I had some hope that outside would be cooler, given that.  Outside is 90, so... and it may yet get warmer... hotter.  Inside, downstairs is 77 or 78, front or back, and 79 near the machine.  Just about to finish heating up.  Three more hours, maybe four, of slow but certain increases to the thermometers.  Fine.  I got a good break.  Needed it, got it, now back to summer.

Dreams, again, last night.  I can't remember what they were.  Travel.  Foreign places.  Became a nomad, of sorts.  Several different dreams, all long, involved, but they didn't remain intact even to waking.

The two tables ordered arrived, as did the topper for them.  But not the padding yet.  I may need to buy material as a cover for even that.  Just inexpensive cotton, thick, like what you would use for an ironing board.  As well, the clips aren't in, by which to hold everything together.  If they work.  Those tables are rather heavy.  All good.

Something to eat?  Roast, and a small pot of veggies, should do.  Maybe a salad first, then heavier eating later, when it cools?  Yes, I think that is the way to go.  I really want to get a shower in, today, and dishes started.  It won't be much, it will be something.  Perhaps laundry, as well, while at it.  Possibly some work upstairs, too.  Getting the tables set up and arranged.  Ugh.  I am saying I want to work, and may well get some done.  Not sure what, or how much.  But... some.  Later.