The Heat is On

Though outdoors it is still jacket-weather a great deal of the time, my apartment has officially declared it summer. There are many things I love about my apartment, but its ability to keep cool is not one of them. Oh yes, winters are lovely. I can usually stave off using the heater until the most bitter of days. But summer is a curse. I have a few fans, but these do next to no good. The one official bit of air conditioning I have, a circa 1976 contraption of hideousness that cools a whopping three-inch space of carpet near my front door, is essentially worthless. With all the cool weather we’ve been having lately, I expected tolerable interior temperatures to last a bit longer. Sadly, this was not the case. Once again, it is that joyous time of the year when anything left in the cupboard (butter, a candybar, anything not made out of metal) will melt. Once again, ‘tis the season for 20 degree temperature drops between my front door and the steps just outside, even on relatively cool days. Alas, the ever-obnoxious WeatherBug tells me to expect rain over the weekend. Maybe—just maybe—this will give me an extra day or two of peace. That’d be really cool…