97 outside, 87 inside and no A/C. Terry can’t get the part he needs until Monday, and I refuse to give up the trip to Kentucky in order to pay a repairman to come out on a weekend. We’ll suck it up, drink lots of iced tea and take cold showers, and put box fans in the windows to sleep.
100 years ago,no one had A/C. 20 years ago we lived in a tin can in South Georgia and had no A/C. We used to deliberately(on purpose! With intent!) camp in the summer, and the tent never had A/C.
It’s why God invented shopping malls, so we could go into the A/C and cool off. Right? Right. And El Sombrero, who keeps their thermostat set on Meat Locker and who’s tacos are cheap.
I dearly love that Terry can fix things. It means that I don’t have to hear someone say “I can get to it in 2 weeks” and then follow that with “that will be $1427”. All that *and* he looks Hawt in Carhartt jeans.