I am now sitting here as close as possible to the direct line of cool air our new portable a/c unit is spitting out. I won’t say I’m cool. I will say I’m not as hot as I was.
Bill stopped on his way home from work and bought the thing. It was so heavy I couldn’t even help him drag it inside. There’s no way we can have one upstairs; I don’t know how we’d get it there.
After dinner, Bill rigged one of the sliding glass doors with some wood to block any winged intruders from entering while allowing the tube to go outside. Now he’s fiddling with the electric shutter to try to rig it so that I don’t break it closing it on the a/c’s tube thingie.
This has got to work.