The Hot (Tub) House
Upside-down sleepers.
Fact: that's where the ceiling fan's strongest air blows.
Yeah, people. It's that hot in this condo.
So hot, in fact, that I dried my soaking wet hair with a box fan yesterday.
86 degrees. 100 percent humidity.
Rub a dub dub, Kendall's house is a (hot) tub.
The temperature finally cooled down to a brisk 84 degrees (how that's considered a victory, I have no words for) after Adam and Scott installed a borrowed stand-alone AC unit from Sondra and Dennis' daughter. Ahhhh. Thank you!!!! But for the sake of my sanity, the baby's health, and Adam's face, I hope I don't end up finding a way to break this one…like I did on Day 352 . God, give me patience and a thankful heart.
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