Oppression and chill

   As related to me by my wife, this morning. She told me that she could not sleep last night so she got up and went downstairs to the library to read, and perhaps get sleepy. I knew she had gotten up but supposed it was a bathroom trip. I was quickly back asleep. She said she entered the library and picked up on a book she had started earlier. As she sat there the room got stuffier and more humid. The night temperature was about 70 here last night which is a bit warm for sleeping. We had the window fan going but that is most effective in the upstairs. Then rather rapidly the room grew cool, then cold.  At first she thought perhaps a storm was brewing and caused the sudden influx of cold air but rather than feeling relieved by the coldness she began to feel horribly depressed. The depression grew until she got up and left the room. Going to the kitchen, she said she sat at the table for a time reading, the depression had not followed her, nor the cold clammy feeling. Feeling drouzy, she came back up to bed. She has experienced this coldness once before, many years ago, as noted in an earlier entry in this journal; but the depression was new and she said it was so tangible you could almost see it. But as soon as she left the library, it was gone.