I know I'm always claiming things are busy chez magniferous, but sometimes there really are two to three things happening nearly simultaneously. And yet I manage to be cool as a cucumber. Part of that coolness can be attributed to the fact that we turned our air conditioner on for the season on January 9th and we have been trying to keep the house at a chill temp ever since.
We live in a 1930's bungalow (yes, that's it above). The first two summers here we were plagued by heat of the highest order. We'd run the AC and get a whopper bill and still be mopping our brows. The contractors said we have an undersized unit mismatched with an exterior unit. It's fairly hysterical to me because that is the very same thing they said in our last house - only there the mismatch worked and our AC was great. Some discussions went on about how to fix the air problem. All of them involved a lot of dollars we didn't have at the time.
Then, one day, on a whim, I went to Bed, Bath and Beyond and bought six pairs of curtains for our enclosed front porch. The impact of small (obvious) things cannot be overlooked. The house is quite livable now (as in it is possible to tell that cool air is being generated and circulated), but we always have to stay two steps ahead of the heat or it'll be 87 degrees in here until October.
Anyway, for a while we had my double second cousin as a houseguest. It was kind of fun having a roommate besides the beloved Jac. But he tells me at some point we might want to use our spare room for some other purpose. So off to greener digs she went. We're looking forward to serious R&R this weekend at the river. There are just a bunch of little annoyances piling up that can only be cured with the appropriate amount of sloth and beauty. Oh, and I'm going to take the Robitussin because there may be something to that "science & medicine" stuff. Oh right, I'm sick, like nasty cold sick. I have always been a "never get sick person" then my body decided to contract a superbug and mint kidney stones at an alarming rate and now the whole kit & kaboodle ain't worth what I paid for it. Or something.