As we move into a week of solid 90-degree temps with about 115% humidity here in the District They Call Columbia, I am deeply grateful that I have air conditioning. Just about a year ago to the day, I spent a weekend without it, and it was pretty ghastly.
(Yes, I recognize that in today’s universe, this is not only a First
World problem, but it’s a privilege problem, given that Detroit’s freeways are
under several feet of water, the West Coast is prepping for another hellscape
of fires and the rescue mission at the Champlain in Miami Beach is turning to
recovery.)
Because, in my corner of the world, I greatly appreciate air
conditioning in the summer. And central heat in the winter. And that’s my
gratitude for today.
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