I know that I live in the south and everything.
I know that I shouldn’t be surprised when it’s so sizzling out that I easily can’t breath.
But somehow, every year it takes me aback. Maybe it’s because I’m born and raised in northern IL that I never developed legs for sizzling weather, or maybe I’m just physiologically predisposed to being hot and worn out. Either way, I do not flourish around here when the air temperatures climb above 100 degrees and the humidity isn’t far behind. That’s exactly what happened last week, when I awoke to find that Summer had officially arrived while I slept. In fact, I found out the hard way, but waking up to a sweltering home. It turns out that I wasn’t the only one who couldn’t handle the coming Summer heat; my AC component had no way to deal with the changing temperature change, either. In the middle of the night, my cooling system had given up the superb fight and simply died. That meant I woke up to find the day sunshine beating powerfully on my home, streaming sunshine and heat straight into the unit. I woke up that day and the inside of the home was over 85 degrees. The indoor humidity level was climbing steadily towards 74%. Between the sauna outside and the oven inside, I had nowhere to go for respite. I also didn’t know of a reputable Heating, Ventilation & A/C worker to call out, which led to a week separate from any working AC unit. I know I should be prepared for southern living in the Summer time, but truthfully, I couldn’t be more irritated with this heat.