Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Eighty-Two

Uh, did I do this? Nope, I guess not. I'm going to blame the horrid heat. The temperature in the mini-metropolis at midnight Tuesday was still 80 degrees. I waited another hour and a bit until it dropped to 78, then opened the windows, put the fan on, and crashed. I wok up in time to close the windows and turn the fan off just in time, when it got up to 80 again around nine o'clock this morning. I'm still dopey from heat and fairly miserable sleep. I highly disapprove of the entire situation, dear weather gods. Please get your shit together and either stop trying to kill me, or just get it done. I'm tired of this crap.