Nice, then strange.

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I opened up, right before getting in to take my shower.  Hoping between the ac and the open home, plus the cool night, the house would cool a bit while I cleaned myself.

The shower was wonderful.  Needed and wanted, plus cooling.

I set water heating, for a final coffee.  Then came out to the front room to tinker on the machine, while letting my feet dry off, and my hair.  Fully clothed, as I figured it would be getting cooler.

As I sat here, looking over whatever seemed to be popping in whichever bubble of thought or information stream, I felt heat emanating from... somewhere.  The front door?  But that's not right.  Couldn't be right?

I went over, standing near the door.  And, yes.  A warm, nay hot, breeze was blowing through, and in.  I closed it up.  Wow.  That was like a breath of sunny day, without the light.  Way too warm.  So I closed it up and I guess that is that.  I may keep the ac on through the night, this time.  That is an ugly hot mess blowing through.

Oh well.  Beside the coffee, I added some fruit to the last of the cottage cheese, rather than open the yogurt container.  I can have some of that, tomorrow, if I choose.  I try to use one thing at a time, use it up.  Mostly.  As is possible.

It is about bedtime.  Stupid open door took this room, which had gotten down to 77 back up to 81.  Closed off, again, it is back down to 80.  Upstairs, I a hoping, is remaining cool.  Last time I looked, the main was down to 75, if the area near my sleep area was still 78 or 79.

Such strange weather.  Not unheard of, but not all that common.  Though, too, I don't think any weather patterns are all that common?  The weather is a random anomaly, with variables outside of our means to understand.  Even with the best computers.  The funny thing is?  While people really want to believe in a future, run by AI?  AI, at it's best, will only do about as well as a human.  Which... means... not for shit.  Hahahaha...  Go ahead, waste your treasure and will on something that... can't ever be any better than the finest among us.  What a lark.

Oh, yes, it's about bedtime.  Goodngiht.