The conclusions drawn from this make no sense to me. I'm conscious that I'm thinking on far more levels than I'm conscious of. I can "hear" in my head not only the pre-echo of what I'm about to say sometimes, but a pre-pre-echo, while my conscious mind is still waiting for the words to come to it.
Have been reading more George R.R. Martin. The queen is on the bad crack; her brother is no prize but is starting to straighten out. Her other brother is missing; her other brother's wife is in such big trouble.
It is too hot here in general. I am resisting the bloody air conditioning, though this morning I was dreadfully cranky at
hcolleen when she was trying to point a fan at me. 