It is eight-ish, and it looks like night outside. After the harsh blinding sunlight of so many days I long to stay inside. I feel tired, even though I rested. Maybe the heat is on a touch too high. I have so much to do today, but at 2:15 it will all be over. The business that I've crunched into just a few hours will halt. I can't say I'm not longing for that moment right now. I'm trying hard this morning to put my school feelings on, but they catch and snag like a bad pair of nylons. The cats pace nervously, they feel it too, something is a bit funny in the air, a little off. Yesterday was such a worthless day. The tea is ready... I have to go.