I really thought I was tougher than this, but it turns out that when I am without air conditioning, I am a pitiful, mewling wimp.
I mentioned that young Simon spent last night in my parents’ wonderfully cool house. I, however, elected to stay here in the hopes that the AC guy would get here early. Alas, he did not. And it’s hot again today. Witness my thermostat:
I slept without interruption from 4 a.m. to 8 a.m., so that’s good. But the light and heat wrested me from slumber for most of the next four hours, which is not good. I know I slept at least a little from noon to 1 p.m., however, because I had two very peculiar dreams.
Obviously this whole thing sucks mightily, and I am indeed thinking of ways my landlady can compensate me (thank you for the advice, Barrett, K and everyone else). But I do think there’s a silver lining in this sweltering mess: Staying in a nearly constant state of perspiration (my two cold showers a day offer a reprieve) must have a cleansing effect, right?