i've moved my computer from the sweltering attic to the first floor.
because i attended an exuberant production of godspell last night
i couldn't settle down to sleep.
because i couldn't sleep i went downstairs to work on my computer at 4 a.m.
because it's summer and we live in a drafty old house,
a weary bat took a wrong turn and found its way in but couldn't find its way back out again.
flap, flap, flap, went the frantic bat, all around the room.
poor bat. poor brattcat.
we'll both be napping through another hot day.