Coming up the stairs, I thought, I am going to need to run the window fan for a long time to get that bedroom cooled and quieted. And just then I could hear the fan, already running. I guess I did manage to leave it on when I left for my penultimate office hour of the summer. Sometimes I do good things for myself.
Once again, I'm so tired I could drop--so tired, in fact, that it was all I could do to stay awake at the keyboard downstairs.
My brother has me dreaming of faster glass.
(Speaking of sleeping and dreaming.)