Once Upon A Time I could actually figure out what was going on here.

No, that's kind of a lie.  I never quite knew what was going on.  And I am terrible at keeping a schedule when I so clearly don't have one.

I wish I was a better blogger.   Oh well.



I am currently paying rent on a house that I avoid because it is too hot to stand inside next to a fan without sweating.  It is not supposition or exaggeration that it's hot inside.  There has been confirmation of indoor temperatures of upwards of 90 degrees.  I can't do this.  I can't.  I slept in the dank basement last night to get some actual sleep.  I did.  I dreamt, in fact.  But every time I rolled over, my pillow felt a little moist, and not always from my own drool.  Given that I am recovering from a nasty sounding sinus infection, I am loath to put myself in a situation where damp conditions could only bring it back.  But if I "sleep" upstairs, I won't sleep much at all.

Which will help me heal?  Tossing and turning in pajama eschewing heat or snuggling under one blanket with a pillow whispering of moisture?

I must have air conditioning in the future.  It is well worth the additional cost.  I will be uncheap to actually sleep.