I am an idiot. My office gets stuffy when it’s warm, but not warm enough to turn on the AC. We have a couple of those handy-dandy window fans, but somehow I ended up with one that isn’t reversible, i.e. to blow air out rather than suck air in (since we have good air flow through the house if something gets it moving).
Except I just figured out that, duh-hey, if I physically pick the silly thing up and turn it 180°, it’ll blow out, not in. :smack: I am an idiot. :smack:
I finally finished up the latest transcript for the Smithsonian, which convinced me yet again that I understand nothing about modern art. But I also discovered that the painter whose interview I just finished has an exhibition happening in snowbunny’s little town in the mountains (it may be small, but the amount of $$ there is not, and this painter’s works cost more than $$, probably at least $$$$ if not $$$$$$), so I’m going to go in and physically look at them and see if, in person, I can grasp anything more about what she does. I consider myself a fairly well-educated person, but I am also not a visual person, so other than liking to look at things that are pretty, I just don’t get art, especially abstract art. But confronted with paintings that fill entire walls, perhaps I will? I dunno, it’s worth a shot, anyway. Especially considering how regularly I’m doing these Smithsonian jobs lately. So we shall see.
Otherwise, today has been singularly unexciting. I finished laundry, sent Papa Tigs on a bunch of errands till it was time for hockey to start again, and am now contemplating at least getting the next job underway, after watching What Not to Wear first, of course. Because I’m such a fashion plate, don’t you know. :dubious: 
Oh, one more thing better the second day: Papa Tigs’ adobo (a Filipino dish, which you would have tasted if you’d made Gettysdope this year). Also his gumbo, which is good any day, actually. Ummm, gumbo…