Dear god! It's 24• C at 1AM!
No word of a lie: twenty-four degrees Celsius at one in the morning, when the sun is pointed somewhere else entirely on the planet.
It's supposed to get up to 34•C tomorrow. This is entirely unnatural. I mean, this has got to worry someone other than just me, right?
So of course it's dreadfully hot when it's supposed to be relaxing lay cool, so I'm awake. Just finished watching a couple episodes of Dr Who with the hubby. We're still in season 8, so there's a bunch to catch up on yet. Not enough, though. I started feeling the fear tonight. What'll we do when we run out of episodes? It can feel it coming on... like a book hangover, only with a show. Doesn't happen often.
Right now it'd be great to grab my kobo & read a bit before I doze off, but I'm in the middle of reading It by Stephen King and I'm at the part where each of The Losers has gone off on their own to reacquaint themselves with Derry and they're being confronted by It and It's trying to chase them off, and I just know I'll end up with nightmares if I drift off reading that. Maybe I'll turn on the next episode of Levar Burton Reads.
Morning will come depressingly soon and I've already stayed up too late.