None of our cars had A.C. H. and I even drove to California in the summer of 1990 in a hot box. By the time we pulled into Vegas, it was well over 100 degrees, and we could feel the heat from the asphalt through the floor of our low-slung Honda Civic hatchback,
I bring this up because we just have window units in our house, and every night, I can't wait to lie down by one--as I am right now. I am always overheated-- I attribute it to a combination of hormones, extra weight and age.
Grateful for cold air, clean sheets and tall glasses of ice water.
Good night.
TCOY
1. Nap.
2. H. barbecued and I liked eating by the flickering candles in the garden.
3. Sweet corn.
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Me, too. No ac growing up. First ac was in our first apartment in Sunnyside, Queens. It was our first summer there and I was home from work, literally cooling down ina cold bath and F walked in with a surprise--a tiny ac for our tiny bedroom There was no looking back after that!
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