The forecast is predicting a high of a mere 89 degrees tomorrow, and a low tomorrow night of 64. I will think I have died and gone to Maui. Too bad I can't get any shaved ice around here. Tonight it's only going down to 68, so I'm not expecting the house to get really comfortable, but it won't be an unmitigated horror either. The less hot spell won't last long enough for me to regain my sanity, but a diminished craziness will be welcome. And I might feel like eating a bit more, and drinking a bit less. We shall see.
But for now I'm still on the verge of exhaustion, so it's off to the television. Oh, and putting the wheelie bins out.