I left the air conditioning off for most of the day, because only 1 member of the family was going to be in the house most of the afternoon, and damned if I'm going to air-condition a 2300-sq-ft townhouse for hours on end for only 1 person.
By the way, that 1 person? Wasn't me. Key point.
So, David got to enjoy some solitude, at the price of feeling a bit, well, poached by the time the rest of us returned from our various classes and play dates and errands. I was hoping the hot house would encourage David to go out and look for jobs in air-conditioned stores and eateries, but no such luck. He seems content to continue to rake in money from hapless older people who cannot figure out how to move their photos from their cameras to their computers. So be it. Lord knows he isn't going to run out of customers any time soon.
Where was I going with this? Oh, yeah, it's hot. Africa hot. So I turned on that AC as soon as I walked in the door. Do teenagers deserve air conditioning? Discuss.
|I'm still waiting for the wealthy and wise part.|
In other news, I have a mysterious rash on my arm that I fear may be fatal. At least, if itchiness can kill, it could be fatal. So, if you don't hear from me again, it's because Larry, not believing my dire prognostications, provided me with some hydrocortisone cream rather than calling in the best medical minds to focus on my problem. I tell you, I'm so tired of not being taken seriously around here.
[Benjamin Franklin poster: TheFederalistPapers.org]