I don't mind the warmth so much when it is accompanied by drifts of feathery cirrus clouds in a sky the palest shade of that blue found in Chinese porcelain. That is a blue far more pleasant than the blue screen of death. After enduring the latter twice, I went outdoors to enjoy the former. Now that night has fallen, I am back to struggle with Sluggo for a moment. So far, so not so bad- but I won't press my luck. Until the fan has brought sufficient cool night air into the room, this will have to be an offline night. More iced tea, I think.