I had the air conditioner on for a while this morning, because the house was a miserable 78. I got it down to 72 and turned it off. Then I had to turn the machine on again this evening when the house had gotten up to 87 degrees. I set the thermostat to 82, which means it cools down as low as 78. Yeah, the same 78 degrees I found so miserable this morning.
The low tonight (actually about seven o'clock tomorrow morning) is supposed to be 74, and it's still 83 outside right now, so I don't know when I'll be able to turn off the air conditioner and open the windows.
As it was clear that I'd be in no condition to fix dinner tonight I ate dinner for lunch. I'll probably microwave some popcorn later tonight if I get hungry again. But I'm hoping I'll just pass out and stay in a coma until October. That probably won't happen. It's so unfair. If I were a terrorist I could get arrested, sent to Gitmo, and be waterboarded. Ah, the cool, cool water.