It's clean white linens and a nice breeze in the window today. I am resting, rejuvenated, yet bored.
I'm reading a fascinating book called Bellevue is a State of Mind by Anne Barry. She was a journalist who pretended to be crazy to have herself thrown into Bellvue beck in the 70's to find out for herself if the stories were true. It's just mesmerizing. It's a pretty quick read too, I should finish it tonight. I wonder what became of the women she wrote about; where did their lives lead them after they left that locked, purple door?
It also (being a mental hypochondriac) has me questioning my own sanity, a common practice for me. I suppose we are all a little paranoid, a little neurotic.
I would kill for central air.