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It's actually felt like fall here the past couple days. Cool, crisp, windy. Wonderful.

I sleep with my window open and a bunch of blankets piled on my bed. There's nothing better than cool sheets and pillow case and a warm cocoon for dreaming. Last night I was just the right temperature, but when I woke up this morning, I was sweating like I'd just run a marathon. There was so much sweat that the sheet beneath my ribs was wet.

That wasn't so cool. I'm okay now, though.

It wasn't a fever or anything, I don't think. Maybe I just had too many covers on my torso or something.