Sweat and the City

One of my goals in moving to the Northeastern part of the U.S. was to escape the dreadful Texas heat. It makes me cranky, it makes me sweat, and it makes me do things like move thousands of miles to stay cool. Unfortunately, the weather has followed me. As the entire nation suffers a heat wave, I am forced to endure one of the hottest summer seasons I can remember.
The statistics are Houston-esque. Ninety-six degrees today with a slightly lower humidity of 70%; however, Texans have central air-conditioning and use it, New Yorkers don't. My apartment is on the top floor of my building, allowing all of the heat to collect there, especially in my bedroom. We bought a window unit last weekend, but my window is too small so Julie freezes and I sweat next door. When I walked in the door last night, the thermometer on the unit indicated that inside temperature was 92, in my house!
Luckily, after today a cold front is supposed to move in and make my life a little easier and less sweatier. Until then, I'm considering a makeshift pool like these guys. Maybe on the rooftop?


