I think I’m melting.
While this is, without question, a marked improvement from the previous two weeks of I-think-I’m-dying (oh immunosuppressants, you (unfortunately literally tried to) kill me), I must confess that I find it alarming that it was 32 degrees yesterday (approximately 90F), and we’re all of a week into the month of June.
Yes, yes; coming from Houston this shouldn’t be much of an issue, particularly when it’s supposed to drop back down to the upper 70s (F), but there are two parts to the response: the chilly fall, cold winter, and cool spring have pretty much ruined my tolerance to heat; second, if there’s a building in Houston, it’s air-conditioned, unless it’s an industrial facility or… I’m hard-pressed to come up with another example of an un-air-conditioned permanent structure.
Here, not so much. Work is most definitely air-conditioned (let’s hear it for the mechanics of high-rise buildings), the large mall in La Défense is air-conditioned (mostly; it seems to depend), and hotels are (mostly) air-conditioned. I assume that movie theatres (and maybe Galleries Lafayette and BHV) are as well, but other than that…
We survived last summer’s two warm weeks (which didn’t come until late July) with the help of a desk fan; the Purrito has procured a large stand fan for use in our bedroom, which will theoretically move more air around.
It’s almost enough to make one want to just hang around the office.
Almost.
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