We are in serious tropical heat wave right now. Walking outside is like wading through soup. It's been downright miserable.
Unless you're Gllen...
A few weeks ago, on a balmy 75 degree night, Gllen decided he was hot and wanted to turn the AC on. A gentle breeze was drifting through the house and I told him that I didn't think we needed to, and I would rather save money and have it off.
He stormed off in a huff.
A few moments later, I noticed that Gllen was walking back and forth from his office to the kitchen a lot. I got up to investigate and almost ran into him as he came out of his office carrying a bunch of computer equipment, sweat dripping from his brow and a snarl upon his lips.
I sidestepped quickly and he moved past me with the brevity of the enraged. He was carrying all of his office down to the basement.
I didn't comment, and in fact, stayed out of his way until he was completed and had finally stopped shuffling around down in his new lair. Finally, I dared to set a toe into his territory.
As I rounded the corner to view his new set-up, he grinned at me and cheerfully said, "Hi, Gerf!"
So, he's been happily abiding in the basement for the summer, and probably through the winter. He's completely oblivious to the outside temperature, wears a sweatshirt every day and I've even caught him blowing warm air into his hands occasionally.
I see less of him, but, he's a lot happier when I do catch him. It's amazing to remember the old apartment and the dance of the air conditioners, servers and power surges.
