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Ah, sweet cricket-y release
Sep. 11th, 2009 01:50 amIt is 1:50 AM. It is 62 degrees outside, forecasted to dip down to 57 before dawn. Apparently there *is* a temperature range where I will sleep with the windows open, but my neighbors' infernal central air unit won't kick on. I get weirdly bent out of shape about this, as former roommates can attest, so the current situation is pleasing.
On a sidenote, I just realized that Ohio sounds very different from Texas. If this were Texas, all I would hear would be cicadas. This being Ohio, it's crickets. (Yes, if there were a Magicicada brood around, it'd be different, but as I recall Columbus doesn't get much in the way of periodical cicadas, only annuals.) And I knew this, of course, but I don't normally think about it consciously.
On a sidenote, I just realized that Ohio sounds very different from Texas. If this were Texas, all I would hear would be cicadas. This being Ohio, it's crickets. (Yes, if there were a Magicicada brood around, it'd be different, but as I recall Columbus doesn't get much in the way of periodical cicadas, only annuals.) And I knew this, of course, but I don't normally think about it consciously.
