Our air conditioning broke last Thursday. Then it got hot. Tomorrow, it’s forecast to be in the high 90s. My roommate and I got a couple of fans, but that mostly seems to push around the hot air.
The worst part is that, given a week or so, I wouldn’t mind. But I can’t make myself not mind in any less time. I’ve decided to call it Conditioned Weenieism. Anyhow, we’re supposed to have it fixed soon, possibly as early as tomorrow. No doubt we’ll have it set at 60° for a while.