Our house is hot. We have no central air conditioning. On our main floor, the first floor, we’ve got two window units on opposite sides of the house, and when they run constantly, it’s comfortable. Upstairs, we have ceiling fans and fans in the windows. Usually, this is fine. It gets hot upstairs, yes, but if you turn on the window fans at dinnertime, it’s comfortable by bedtime.
Not these days. The upstairs is so hot that we’ve basically abandoned the entire floor. It’s too hot to sleep there: we’ve been camping out in the basement. The showers are both upstairs, so everybody’s been heading downstairs in their towels directly after the shower so that they don’t start sweating immediately.
Cooking? No thank you. I avoided laundry at first, but since it’s so hot that everything’s extra-stinky, I had to give in and wash. Even with ferrying trash and recycling roughly three times more than usual, our whole house has that not-so-fresh feeling. Everything that could smell, does smell.
Our goldfish died. Miraculously, Madison the goldfish had survived years and years since she joined our family one long-ago Niska-Day. I suspect that the higher room temperature may have thrown off her tank’s equilibrium somehow. I had thought about trying to move the tank or swap water more frequently, but if that would have helped, well, I was too late. Whatever it was, we are now a home without pets, which makes me sad.
It is very difficult to do much of anything under the circumstances. Except, you know, very quickly bury a fish.
I don’t know how the rest of you are doing, but I’m feeling about done with this heat wave.