I’d forgotten what it was like to be in a perfectly climate-controlled room. As I’m lying back and my body’s aching, I can feel the air circulating around me, dry and cool – and I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t a little bit too warm or the sheets didn’t feel slightly clammy. Relaxing it and letting that air get everywhere, it’s delicious.
My head and my nose are stuffy and I’m hoping it’s just allergies, but I could also be coming down with something and my throat is sore like my head – pulsing behind my eyes like I’ll bleed out from behind them if I think too hard. Even now I should be shutting my machine down and praying for unconsciousness, but the air is too exquisite not to mention – and I want to extol its virtues to anyone who will listen.
As we travel further and further south, air conditioning will be our saviour – the holiest of holies. And in the car I’ll avoid typing for too long for the heat on my lap and close my eyes against the sun and try to pretend that the Saturn’s powers of atmospheric control are half those of this lusciously air conditioned room with its slowly spinning ceiling fan.
Purrrrrr…. (good night)
