Dreams last night about a store that had every cool thing imaginable. I was working trying to find out why the two-way radios were getting interference, but the thing I remember most was this huge fan on an electric lift that could reach up something like 25 feet. It was a piece of filmmaking equipment for helping create the illusion of wind and storms, and could vary the speed automatically in some preprogrammed fashion. It was super-quiet, except for the wind that came from it.

I think I had something of a meltdown yesterday, a quiet little nervous breakdown. Today I am sort of darkly angry, full of cynicism and bile, while without wend. I'm sure it will eventually pass, but for right now it's unpleasant. I'm gonna read for a bit, then look at working on the porch in the heat and humidity-- I'm sure that will improve my mood a whopping amount.