Melting
Right now I rent a room in a house from a distant family friend. She’s 78 and an incredibly caring lady. She takes out my garbage, reminds me to not get home too late, and even cooks dinner for me. She’s like my grandma. And it’s just me and her in the house – she sleeps in the dining room (converted into her own little bedroom) and I take the entire upstairs so we don’t get in each other’s way.
The master bedroom’s really nice; large, bright, clean, and comfy. It definitely has more size than I can fit furniture. Well, I don’t have any furniture actually – I’m just using what she let me use, which is a bed, couple of night stands, and a Mahjong table I use as my desk.
It’s spacious and nice and this room would be an awesome place to live in except for two things. One, it’s far away from work. It’s a 60 minute commute. It’s also far away from anything really (convenience stores, grocery stores, shopping malls, etc).
Secondly, there’s no air conditioning. Not upstairs at least. There’s one in her room but not here.
So here I am melting away on a Sunday afternoon.
I took my tee off, I’ve got the second-hand fan blowing full blast at me, and I’m still sweating. I’m feeling borderline sticky. It’s definitely not comfortable to be up here when it’s 30 degrees outside in Boston. I got the windows open and the blinds closed but it’s not helping. Man I really hope August isn’t like this but checking the weather report for the next week, it’s only looking just as hot. Maybe I’ll stay at work later.
I’m just feeling really toasty and probably going to border dehydration soon. Anyway, it’s not that extreme. Just think of it as moderate discomfort. Not that I have a choice – I have some work to ramp up on tonight. Our team just released their latest build so we have lots to plan for the future.
Plus, I have my own little side projects to work on. So heat it is. Now what to eat for dinner?