There is a saying here in Maine: "If you don't like the weather, just wait a minute."
Or, you know, overnight.
Yesterday was hot and nasty and muggy and wet, and it stayed that way. When I went out at midnight for my pre-bedtime smoke, it wasn't any cooler outside than it was in my stuffy little room. (Note to self: Get a fan. And a piece of wood for propping the window open with.) I stripped the blankets off my bed and went to sleep under a sheet, not wearing too awful much.
Cut to about four-thirty, when I wake to the sound of tons of water falling from the sky. It wasn't just rain, it was loud sheets. "Good," I thought, "maybe it will cool things off a little." I got up to pee, found the rest of the apartment to be much cooler, and juryrigged a way to open my window a little before I went back to sleep.
I woke up chilly this morning. When I eventually dragged myself out of bed to make coffee, I poked my head outside. AND IT IS COLD OUT THERE.
My state is so weird.
Or, you know, overnight.
Yesterday was hot and nasty and muggy and wet, and it stayed that way. When I went out at midnight for my pre-bedtime smoke, it wasn't any cooler outside than it was in my stuffy little room. (Note to self: Get a fan. And a piece of wood for propping the window open with.) I stripped the blankets off my bed and went to sleep under a sheet, not wearing too awful much.
Cut to about four-thirty, when I wake to the sound of tons of water falling from the sky. It wasn't just rain, it was loud sheets. "Good," I thought, "maybe it will cool things off a little." I got up to pee, found the rest of the apartment to be much cooler, and juryrigged a way to open my window a little before I went back to sleep.
I woke up chilly this morning. When I eventually dragged myself out of bed to make coffee, I poked my head outside. AND IT IS COLD OUT THERE.
My state is so weird.
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