Summer is here, and we have no air conditioner in this place. On one hand, the cool white walls and ceiling fans, as well as cross breezes from the two screen doors downstairs, help us out, as do the tile and laminate floors. But at night, it is tough to sleep. I had lots of heat dreams last night, strange amalgamations of stuff, not coherent at all, leaving the flavor of overheated anxiety.
I'm about to enter a new phase in my working existence, in which anything truly might happen, if I keep my eyes out for opportunities and invent them as well. It's a little daunting, and I suppose the change in the weather heralds this emotional and actual change as well.