Hot as a Biscuit!
I started reading essay #2 out of 6 this afternoon after lunch. My eyes were so weary that they wouldn't even stay open past one page, so I set my alarm for an hour and a half and yielded to the overwhelming desire to sleep.
When I awoke, I was hot! Hot as a biscuit! My skin was literally slick with sweat. The air conditioner was running or at least the fan was but it felt for all the world like the heat was on. I sat up blearily and grabbed my book, determined to finish my essay by Thoreau. (A horribly long, boring essay, I might add.) I was so hot that I went after a drink before delving into my textbook.
A short time later, I was alerted to the fact that Kris was up from her nap. I instant-messaged her and asked her if she was hot. She came to the door of my room and asked me if I thought the heat was on. I had asked her that very question last night and she had passed it off as me being overheated from putting together my new cabinet.
We conferred for a bit and decided to call the tenants upstairs and see if we could come up and check on our temperature settings. Kris called Stacy to request permission and Stacy told her that their AC wasn't working either and that it was nearly ninety degrees up there. That was some cause for alarm. If they weren't getting any cool air then we wouldn't either no matter how we adjusted our settings. We went on up just to see if they had possibly overlooked something, but, alas, they had not. Their temperature was 88 degrees and ours was 81 degrees. We could tell that it got hotter as we went up the back stairs.
Stacy had just gotten back from a trip and she said her husband hadn't been able to sleep last night because it was so hot. We didn't really catch on because the AC evidently went out sometime yesterday and since things have a tendency to be cooler in the basement, it didn't get hot as quickly down here. Then we were gone until about 2:00 today so it wasn't until after our naps that we realized the true hotness of the situation. But they were too polite to call us and tell us. I asked Stacy if she had been out in the sun on her trip and she said she hadn't. Her face was red enough to have been sunburned but it was simply from being too hot in the house. So I called and left a "Help!" message on the service man's answering machine and now we wait...
I confiscated my fan that I had lent to Jolene several weeks ago and it’s sitting right behind me. It has helped immensely. But it’s so noisy that if Kris stands at the door and says something to me in a normal voice, I can’t hear her.
Oh, well. I’m determined to finish essay #3 tonight and make the journal entry about it. Cool or no cool.
When I awoke, I was hot! Hot as a biscuit! My skin was literally slick with sweat. The air conditioner was running or at least the fan was but it felt for all the world like the heat was on. I sat up blearily and grabbed my book, determined to finish my essay by Thoreau. (A horribly long, boring essay, I might add.) I was so hot that I went after a drink before delving into my textbook.
A short time later, I was alerted to the fact that Kris was up from her nap. I instant-messaged her and asked her if she was hot. She came to the door of my room and asked me if I thought the heat was on. I had asked her that very question last night and she had passed it off as me being overheated from putting together my new cabinet.
We conferred for a bit and decided to call the tenants upstairs and see if we could come up and check on our temperature settings. Kris called Stacy to request permission and Stacy told her that their AC wasn't working either and that it was nearly ninety degrees up there. That was some cause for alarm. If they weren't getting any cool air then we wouldn't either no matter how we adjusted our settings. We went on up just to see if they had possibly overlooked something, but, alas, they had not. Their temperature was 88 degrees and ours was 81 degrees. We could tell that it got hotter as we went up the back stairs.
Stacy had just gotten back from a trip and she said her husband hadn't been able to sleep last night because it was so hot. We didn't really catch on because the AC evidently went out sometime yesterday and since things have a tendency to be cooler in the basement, it didn't get hot as quickly down here. Then we were gone until about 2:00 today so it wasn't until after our naps that we realized the true hotness of the situation. But they were too polite to call us and tell us. I asked Stacy if she had been out in the sun on her trip and she said she hadn't. Her face was red enough to have been sunburned but it was simply from being too hot in the house. So I called and left a "Help!" message on the service man's answering machine and now we wait...
I confiscated my fan that I had lent to Jolene several weeks ago and it’s sitting right behind me. It has helped immensely. But it’s so noisy that if Kris stands at the door and says something to me in a normal voice, I can’t hear her.
Oh, well. I’m determined to finish essay #3 tonight and make the journal entry about it. Cool or no cool.
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