a need for fresh air

The air condition is out of the window once again.

We went from 95 degrees to 55 degrees in a manner of two hours (thanks to Hurricane Earl). The good news is fresh air will bring karmic dream to my pillow once again and I won't be bother by the humming of a machine. Instead, I can curl up tightly in winter blankets and listen to the nature of outdoors.

And I look forward to a good night's sleep and a chance to rest my eyes for a few hours.