in which I screw my head on tighter

It's quite a shock to have gone from the weather in Boston two weeks ago to nearly 90 here today. I turned the A/C on last night, because through some quirk or other, at night it gets hotter indoors than it is outdoors (which means if I go out for ice cream after dinner, I'm better off eating it outdoors. If I eat it indoors, it drips). I suppose I could sleep on the patio, but that's silly. Anyway, if I turn on the A/C, it cuts the humidity enough to let me sleep, and cuts the temperature enough to let me sleep in my bed instead of on top of it.

Craigslist has broken out all over with apartments for July 1, which is gratifying, but I wish more people would post pictures. (And I really wish I knew exactly what I could afford, but that's a different can of worms.) While I'm wishing, I wish I could deal with one thing at a time. I keep feeling guilty because I'm concentrating on one thing (regardless of what that one thing is) to the exclusion of three or four others that have to be dealt with in the next three weeks or so. I'm used to doing that for academic reasons, but all the things I'm dealing with now seem to be harder to juggle than the academic things I was juggling.

All right, that's enough self-pity, and it's not getting anything useful accomplished. I was a lazy bum for most of yesterday, and now I'm out of excuses, so I'm off to conquer Troy. Or something.