The floor fan arrived, so I have it running in the corner of the bedroom, and that is by proxy causing a bit of a cross breeze in the living room where the sliding glass door is open. And as I do so, I have (or had) a bowl of Sir Walter Raleigh Aromatic pipe tobacco out of the new Cobbit Shire "churchwarden" pipe, and just let the room fill with essences of soft vanilla and cream cavendish tobacco leaf, while the air continued to move, and the wind chimes rang outside, and night air crept into my abode. Delightful.
Now, coffee brews (or, water heats) as I prepare to make a jaunt over to the laundromat for a couple snack items from the vending machine. Which I will do right now, actually.