Degrees of separation
When I looked at rental properties last August, my brain was focused on central heating since I was moving to Pennsylvania. The remaining summer wasn’t that warm last year and I thought my endless number of fans would be enough. When I woke up this morning, it was 88 degrees in my bedroom. Outside temperature was less than 80.
Thus far, I have ordered one portable air conditioner before it was sold out at Amazon for the first floor, and I might order another for the second floor. This heat makes me look forward to work because the AC is on full blast every day. It’s like I preserve whatever coolness from the office and take it back home — only it wears off around 10 a.m.
I thought I escaped the heat, but I still consider this mild compared to February in Georgia. I laugh when the meteorologists here say that it’s hot. “Hot” is one of those illegal words Georgia forecasters never use.
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