On Saturday afternoon, the temperature in the house rose to 91 degrees. It’s not conducive to human flourishing. We didn’t have raid (KJH’s computer broke, rip) which is just as well because who wants to deal with lariats and tethers in this kind of heat?
As predicted, roommate did not want to leave the house for cooler locations. “I don’t want to just sit somewhere random,” he said.
“You buy something,” I said. “Then you’re a patron.”
He wasn’t having it. He’s been leveraging the high specific heat of water by spending hours cooling off in the bath. Meanwhile, I have been supporting local businesses. Saturday afternoon I walked to the ice cream shop, ordered a Nutella sundae, and hung out there for the next hour+ with my sketchbook. By the time I left, it was dusk and actually felt decent outside. Of course the house was still a minor circle of hell.
I monitored the thermostat through the night (I kept waking up due to the heat). By early morning it had dropped to 82 degrees, but then the sun started heating things up again. Around midday, when it was back up to 90, I headed to the train station cafe for lunch & iced apple cider. Not the best lunch—I got the pretzel bites, and they were oversalted and $10 for a tiny portion—but I can’t complain since I got the added value of lounging in a comfy air-conditioned cafe.
After today, we’ve got just one more day of this weather to get through. Desperate times call for desperate measures and all that. I’m going to the office.
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