Boo, hoo, hoo.
I believed I'd slept pretty well last night (five or six trips to the bathroom notwithstanding), but I must be a lot more tired than I'd thought.
P.S. to Kizmet: Alas, the nearest pool is -- well, not really near; it is also fantastically overcrowded at the best of times; and I would also have to bring both the kids and resign myself to having both of them hanging on me the whole time since neither can swim. Unfortunately I suspect the excursion would not be very relaxing.
P.P.S. to Laura: Have book. Have A/C. Is not helping. Suspect I may have Dementors breeding somewhere in the ductwork. Wonder what my Patronus is?
P.P.P.S. to Naomi: My mother-in-law has given me enormous quantities of lovely fresh tomatoes and cucumbers from her garden. Have no idea what to do with them. Any suggestions?