the golden gate bridge doesn't look promising either, although I imagine that standing in the middle of it right about now would feel really nice.
the cats are flaked out under the window through which the breeze occasionally wafts, thanking whatever gods they believe in for the relief. for all I know they think I'm responsible for the whole damned thing. or maybe they see that I'm just a big dumb monkey strong enough to open the food bin.
I found an ah-ha point in stein and stopped reading just past that point to pick up tomorrow. it seems that if I stay awake till 4 my body itself wakes back up too and I can do a little more work. this is of course the oldest folklore there is about the human rhythm for moving through the day and given so many generations of ancestors were from a hot place it makes sense that I want to sleep at 2pm but it just doesn't suit my schedule. being willing to work from 4 to 7 is helpful though. I just want those two hours too. I'm greedy. I have too much to do.