Then we moved up to the mountains. It's supposed to be much cooler up here, so 35 years ago when this house was built it didn't get central air. And the homeowners association thinks we're way too classy to allow for window air conditioners. So when it hits 83 degrees or warmer in the house by 4:00 or 5:00, I start to melt. I am not actively sweating, but I become a heat slug. I can't think, I can't function, I don't clean, cook, or much of anything. All I can do is sit and feel lethargic and be miserable.
It is even warmer upstairs where the bedrooms are. "Intolerable" on the main floor is usually my clue to start airflow management procedures, which involve going upstairs, where temperatures are reaching 87 or so, and turning on the mobile swamp cooler we bought last year - it does help. It is in the master bedroom. I need one for Red's bedroom too. I open the windows at the back of the house, load up the swamp cooler with water, and crank it to high. By the time we go upstairs to bed, the temperatures can drop down into the low to mid 70s. 75 is uncomfortable to try and get to sleep, but as the night goes on it will drop a few degrees cooler.
After I turn on the fans and the swamp cooler, I go down and hide in the basement, where the temperature is in the high 60s or low 70s already. There isn't much to do down there but sleep or watch TV or read.
I should be packing or cleaning, but I just can't seem to find the motivation for any of that. I just want to melt. It's an amazing effort just to type this. It's time to start heat management but I do not look forward to that climb up the stairs into worse heat than I'm sitting in now.