This is the first year that we've had an air conditioner in our living space. Mike didn't want to have one in year's past for various reasons, but couldn't remember why in June. So, off to The Home Depot he went and came back with a unit that almost didn't fit in the window. I mean, we literally had millimeters to spare. We don't keep it chilly inside, only enough to knock off the humidity which makes a huge different in how it feels.
I sit in the green house side of the house in the big room with the pool table and the couches I've reupholstered. This room is probably five degrees warmer, but that's fine for me. Ever since my radiation treatment almost ten years ago now, if I get too cold, the tips of my fingers go numb. And I'm talking below 70F.
Since there's not much to do in the garden and everything has been delayed a month, we've spent the heat inside. That's just fine with me since I can concentrate on the revisions to my novel, which I've gotten to a point now where I'm proofreading and will query another batch of agents when I'm finished. It's pretty tedious, but has to be done.
As soon as I finish my coffee I'm off to pick the tomatoes before it's 95F and 100% humidity out there. Rohrflöte