Now, I originally hail from Texas, and I know that in Texas 94 degrees, which is what it was supposed to get to to today, is not that big of a deal. Well, I'm here to tell all you Texans who are laughing at me right now for complaining-- try doing it without air conditioning. Oh, and with big windows and a huge glass sliding door, all facing south.
Connor had to sleep in the living room last night, underneath our one and only ceiling fan in the apartment. He's bedded down in there again tonight, as it's the only decently cool room in the house, thanks to the addition of a big box fan that our saint of a physical therapist loaned to us. All of the local stores are sold out of fans. If you'd been a fly on the wall in my living room today, you would have seen me, Connor and both cats sprawled out on the floor two feet from the box fan almost the entire day. I'm having to write this in five minute intervals because the computer room, with its constantly running electronics and halogen overhead light, is so hot that I can't stay in here longer than about that time period without overheating. It's probably well over 100 degrees in the office. I know it's time for a break when I start sticking to my chair and my fingers slide off the keyboard. Gross.
It's supposed to get to 97 degrees tomorrow. The average high normally here at this time of year is 76 degrees. Some stations are predicting 101 degrees on Wednesday.
Now, I can survive this sort of heat without too much trouble-- I am from Texas, after all, and so I know what to do in this type of environment: drink lots of water, take cold baths, spend eight hours shopping in air-conditioned grocery stores, etc. The problem is that I have a child with temperature regulatory issues, and while I'm confident that I'll be okay in the heat, I worry about him. Thankfully we've got the g-tube so I'm not worried about him dehydrating, but it's obvious that even the heat going to and from the car affects him pretty significantly. His reflux is really, really acting up, his eczema is rearing its ugly head again, and he has pretty much zero energy right now. Depending on how tomorrow goes, Connor and I may end up having to go rent a hotel room just for the air conditioning, just stopping by the house to refill the poor kitties water bowl.
To add insult to injury, it's 75 degrees and raining in Texas where my parents live now. I think they were sent the weather meant for us by mistake.
Please return it; I want it back.