They're sayin' a low of 52 tonight. It's about time -- I have been babying the undersized air-conditioning, which doesn't shut off during the day and has been teetering at the ragged edge of freezing up. I've been shutting down the cooling at bedtime and going as long as I can in the morning before turning it back on. There's still plenty of cold water draining after seven hours, and we don't keep the place very cool.
While it is amazing the difference a small fan can make in one's personal comfort,* it's time for a change. Even with the prospect of rain and storms, a coolish weekend sounds quite appealing.
* Interestingly, I have to be a little careful where the air hits. A brisk breeze across my left cheek tends to trigger pain. High-larious.
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