The quest for coolness
Scorching hot on a weekend I’m both on call and buring with moonlighting work. The apartment’s been a sauna the last two days, but I’ve been hiding in the air-conditioned cube and little Pongo’s just suffered through. Since I’m working at home today though, I broke down and turned on the little window A/C. It only cools one-third of my apartment, merely turning it on triggers a direct tap from SDGE to my checking account, and the wiring in this apartment is so old there’s a 20% chance I’ll trip a circuit breaker by trying to use both it and the computer at the same time, but I’m a wimp. Sure briefing cases in the boxers sounds like a decent lifestyle choice, and is one I’ve embraced at times, but the uncovered flesh still sticks to the chair and the sweat dripping on the keyboard is probably just as bad for it as all the other fluids spilled on it over the years. So as Quicken shovels cash like an ancient locomotive’s engineer shoveled coal and I turn off all the electrics I can on the west side of casa, I’ve got a cool breeze for a while.
But once I make decent progress on the work, I’ll find another way to stay cool. Whatever it takes, it doesn’t matter if I look pretty anymore – everything’s about the personal comfort.
Yeah. We had a nice week of 70s in Cowtown but that ended today. Back up into humid balls-sticky 90s.