Living in Dallas has its positive attributes. One day, I'll write about them. It has its downsides, too. Like air conditioning systems that crater for no apparent reason, leaving the occupants to cope by using fans, dashing naked through outdoor sprinklers, and engaging in other such things to minimize the connections between one's body and the atmospheric heat.
Our air conditioner went out on Saturday. Fortunately, the temps of late have only been reaching into the mid-to-upper-eighties during the worst parts of the day. That, though, makes a hot inside-the-house environment. Liveable, though.
During the last two nights, we've turned most of the lights off, abandoned all but the most essential clothing, and wandered nearly-naked in the near-dark house in an attempt to tolerate the temperatures. It has worked well. Late in the evening, in particular, our open windows have let in the very chilly temperatures (OK, very chilly these days is 67 degrees F). It feels wonderful. But before the joy is the misery of high-humidity heat. Ugghh!
I visited many friendly blogsites today, mostly gathering nothing of consequence. A few exceptions, though:
2 comments:
Empty calories at my place, fersure. Keep cool!
Welcome to my world! No AC in the house, nor in my British car. (I also have an American Volvo with AC; we only drive it when it's hot.)
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