Air Conditioning.

It's hot. Like, devil strip sown to your drawers hot. And now, at the end of July (when the weatherman says the weather will start to take a cooler turn...) I have two Italian A/C guys upstairs drilling holes into my concrete house to put in air conditioning which may or may not trip my breaker on an hourly basis. Sigh.



The funny thing is, I did all this "hurry up and clean" crap so that they could walk unimpeded through the upstairs of my house (since I have had this unlucky streak of cleaning out closets with no Goodwill to bestow my wares upon) and they come in and push every last bit of anything that may have been in the floor (to include the 5 boxes of clothing, etc sitting in my upstairs foyer) over to anywhere that was previously, uh, not with stuff there. Oh, well.



At least they're here, right? I mean, 5 1/2 hours is at least still today and not, as is fairly typical, domani. Always domani...



So on the downside... if I can't use my washer and dryer simultaneously... what on earth makes anyone think I will be able to use, oh, two, three, however many units they decide to mount on my walls?? But I digress. Maybe I won't need to use the washer and dryer quite so often if everyone in the family isn't constantly weeping salt from their pores.



On the upside? Air. Glorious air. Conditioned air. Air conditioned to be cool. Yes. Now THAT, THAT is an upside. Who cares if they ARE up there drilling concrete dust into every room I just spent a week cleaning? (Well, I do... but thats not the point. It was rhetorical.)



And in less than 3 hours I ought to have a husband home who can take over the children while I nap for, oh, say, til morning... in an air conditioned bedroom.