There is no air-conditioning in my sanctum this evening. There hasn’t been air-conditioning here for two weeks. While living in Florida as I did five years ago would have made this experience a new level of hell and I would have had to flee with Luke for a cooler desk upon which to procrastinate; in Virginia, it is highly annoying and makes writing a sweaty activity.
Luke has not abandoned me for the cool confines of the living room or the companionship of his canine brother, Thor. He is loyal to me and the bowl of ice cream I possess.