Waking up in a strange place was uncomfortable: strange bed, stuffy room.
My old room was above the basement of the house with a floor vent,
and there was always cool air circulating in the room.
And today is a stifling hot humid day, the kind where the odd thunderstorm breaks out.

There is something to look forward to next month.
I am not that far away from the Williamstown Theater Festival,
with summer stock theater going on.
Their big production this summer is
Tennessee Williams' "Camino Real."
It is different from the usual Tennessee Wiiliams play.
It is high fantasy, with characters from Casanova to Don Quixote.
It takes place in the afterlife, and ends up being philosophical:
many souls are bound in a region ruled by fear,
and yet a few, like Don Quixote, transcned that region for something more heavenly.
I have never seen the play, it is rarely staged anywhere;
but I studied it carefully some years ago.
And I hear that, in the right hands, it is a powerful experience.

The retirement community has a bunch of us going together, which will be nice.