Wish I could escape the heat. It makes my mind like mud. Too sticky to think, but laying under the fan seems quite exotic. Sometimes I have moments where I feel like I could walk out into the street in my nightie and lay down on the hot road, hoping it will rain. The pain has eased today, not more constant stomach cramping. It's still there but is bearable today. Can't speak for the pain in my mind though. Sometimes I wonder if the torrid thoughts will ever stop, and maybe they really shouldn't