Two quick things:

1.  It’s so quiet in the loft right now that the ticking of the clocks is LOUD.  And we’re not talking antique clocks.  These are just the goofy cheap $3 at IKEA clocks that I have scattered around.  (I think there should be clocks no matter which way I’m looking.  I like to know the time.  And no, the computer clock doesn’t count because it’s digital.  Not logical…but so there.)

2.  It’s a chilly night. The non-ticking atomic clock that is 6′ off the ground says it’s 67, which means it’ll probably drop a couple of degrees in here before morning.*  So I put the duvet with the down comforter on P’s bed after her ordinary (super thin goofy cheap IKEA) duvet wasn’t warm enough.  (This kid ordinarily sweats buckets at night.)  I explained that it had goose feathers in it and it was called down.  She said, “This one is down, and the other one is up.”  Which makes a kind of sense.

Bonus thing 3.  She was up until 10, and then crashed.  Hence: quiet. Of course, now that I’ve taken a bunch of benedryl and it’s past 11, I’m too tired to write.

*Regulating temperature here is an art, not a science. We have three wall heaters in this place. (It’s an odd building: some of our neighbors have radiators and some have these heaters, and others have industrial heating set up. I heard a rumor that someone on the 7th floor has central air/heat.)  Two of them we never use and the third is in the bathroom and I use it even in the summer, because it’s not fun to be cold when you get out of the shower.

I know the Ethicist would say we’re stealing our neighbors’ heat (because in the olden days of the long commute, we listened to his podcast and heard that question and answer), but WTF am I supposed to do?  When the sun shines, it gets so warm in here that I’ll crack a window – even when it’s 40 degrees outside, it’ll get stuffy and 75.  South facing windows.