My sleep was interrupted by the noise of the air conditioner. I kept thinking it would go off in a few minutes, but it ran and ran. My room got cold. My head began to hurt. I got up to close the vent, and all my joints were stiff. I went back to bed, spent some time in a semi-doze, and finally realized that something was terribly wrong. The machine had been running for an hour. I went out to the hall and found that the thermostat had been lowered to 70 degrees and that most of the windows in the house were wide open. We were cooling California.
Old people. You've got to watch them all the time.
The headache is into its sixth hour. I'm going to try just relaxing this evening. Reading would aggravate the pain in my head. Maybe I'll fire up the lawn sprinkler. The sound of fake rain is soothing on a hot evening.