If it were up to me, I never would have done it. But John insisted.
And so this week the miracle of air conditioning appeared in our home. It is a truly glorious, blessed thing that simply cannot be appreciated by those who have never gone without.
We set it to 68 and stood mesmerized in front of the vent as our hair and clothes were blown by a massive rush of cold air. I went around the house drawing curtains, shutting off vents and closing the doors to empty rooms, turning off lights, and tightly securing doors and windows. I refused to let even the tiniest wayward lick heat into our dreamy comfort.
“Shut that door, you’re letting the cold air out!” I yelled to John.
With fear in his eyes I heard him say, “I’ve created a monster.”