It is almost noon, but my house is dark. All windows and shutters are closed. A standing fan goes back and forth in front of me. It is twenty-seven degrees Celsius in the house, and it will reach twenty-eight degrees by the time the sun goes down this evening. According to the meteorologists, it will be even hotter the next couple of days, and the temperature in the house will keep rising. One day soon, it will reach thirty degrees. I am not complaining, though. Far from it. One benefit of the rising heat is that it quenches all thoughts. By and by, the brain goes numb. And dumb. Thus I am staring at the fan without a single thought. Under the circumstances, its hum is quite pleasing. Nay, comforting. Ah, the bliss of thoughtlessness. Three cheers for global warming!