I go out on my balcony at night to get warmed up sometimes. Our house is freezing (on account of Tony), but when I step out on the balcony, I'm instantly wrapped in a warm blanket of dry desert air. I like to sit out there and read and listen to the buzzing of our AC unit. The only thing is, I wish I had a small table for my Diet Coke. I can't set it on the ground because buggies might crawl inside it while I'm distracted by my book, so I end up holding it the whole time. If I had a small table, I could keep an eye on my Diet Coke with my peripheral vision. I saw a glass one at Walmart for $15. I think I'm going to go back and get it.
Tony and I went running around midnight last night. (That warm-desert-air-blanket does not feel so good when you're running. Too bad it doesn't come off.) We sort of run in the gutter, or very close to it, and we kept crossing paths with the neighborhood cockroaches. They were freaked out by our giant (in proportion to them) running shoes and would scurry out of the way as we'd pass. It was like the parting of the red sea. Fascinating to watch. This one family of cockroaches saw us coming and tried to scurry off but they turned the same direction we were running and ended up running beside us for quite a ways before they finally veered off to the side. I imagine their little hearts were pounding in terror, but it made me smile to run beside those cockroaches.