I have been known, in much kinder temperatures, to wax rhapsodically and self-righteously about the virtues of living without central air conditioning.
Of being more in-tune with the natural rhythms of the earth, blah, blah, blah.
However, several sleepless nights into the dog days of summer, I’m now singing a different tune. It’s entitled:
“Oh, How Happy I Am To Go Into the Office, Where I Can Shiver in Air-Conditioned Comfort!”