It's my fault we're sweltering at the moment, waiting moistly for a call-back from the HVAC repair guy. The air conditioner condenser started acting up (actually, refusing to act) toward the end of our extended summer last year. I coaxed it along (poking a stick in the grate covering the blades and giving them a push to make them 'catch' and start spinning) until the weather cooled enough that air conditioning was no longer necessary, and put off calling the repair guy.
These past 2 weeks I was lulled into a false sense of security when the condenser blades spun every time the thermostat turned on the A/C. Until they didn't. No amount of external persuasion can convince them they need to take action.
Table-top and ceiling fans are working to keep us marginally comfortable, but the blow to my heart came last night when I opened my nightly treat: a single Lindt truffle.
A room temperature of 86 degrees does not a contained truffle make:
Sure, I licked that wrapper clean of every atom of chocolate. but it just wasn't the same. Not the same at all.
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