Still no heat in my rental apartment --
it will come, just not tonight.
So since tonight is going to be much cooler than it has been of late,
must again grab the
Oh-My-God-This-Thing-Is-Heavy quilt
and
plan on sleeping under it tonight.

All the humidity is blowing away in the breeze.

There's a glorious phrase in the book "Edinburgh"
by Robert Louis Stevenson
when he describes a day going from humid to dry:

"the sky has drunk up all the clouds."

Goodness, that man could write.