The beastly heat in DC this past week revealed that my air conditioner doesn’t work. As a dedicated civil servant on his second shift, I was sitting at my computer late Wednesday night with nothing on but my boxers, my window fan running for all its worth, and I was still overwhelmed by the heat I could feel radiating from my computer screen. I was too hot to work.
The next day I called an air-conditioner company. The air-conditioner company is sending someone to my place next Tuesday. That’s a long time for me to be too hot to work.
A bowl of ice on my desk does the trick. For at least the one fan that I know I have, I now report: once again I am not too hot to work.
