Hear at Withering Heights, it is hot. Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and of course, Friday, will be even hotter.
Not even the grove of trees surrounding the 113-year-old house are making their usual dent in the ambient temperature.
Trust me, it is much hotter than Dutch love in these parts.
Per the Illuminating Company - the traditional name for our electrical supplier here in Cleveland - we have shut off lights, turned the thermostat for the AC unit in our bedroom up to 75 degrees, and are only running a fan in the rooms we are in.
So as I said back on my old blog, here's the forecast for how I will deal with all of this in the coming week.
Monday: Attempting to hunker down and make the best of it.
Tuesday: Outward verbal complaining.
Wednesday: More pronounced complaining in the morning, followed by loud complaining laced with a cornucopia of profanity about how hot it is. Never mind that the entire state will be complaining, but that it is I, Cookie, who complain the loudest.
Thursday: Incoherent babbling, slumping on a porch chair, and fanning myself with a church fan from the AME church.
Friday: Exhaustion, followed by hallucinations. Weak pleadings for a cold drink. When I muster enough strength, I will drive around Cleveland in my Prius, the AC blasting away while laughing manically.
By Saturday and Sunday, this should begin to abate.
Monday, the mini-split installation should begin, so we should be air-conditioned by next Friday.
