To paraphrase an old song, "in the cool, cool, cool of the morning," it's actually comfortable today at daybreak. It was quite wonderful to wake up during the night and realize I wanted to pull the blanket back over. During a stretch such as we've had, it's hard to remember that it is colder more months than it is hot because it seems like the oven will be turned up forever. Predicted to go back to triple digit today, I'm just grateful for the respite while it's here.
It may be that the forced exercise was good for my hand. It was like milking with a boxing glove yesterday, but the swelling has gone down considerably. Still puffy from fingertips to elbow, I can at least bend the fingers now.