I’m thankful for air conditioning
It’s Sunday afternoon.
Heather, Rachel and I are at Solid Grounds, our local indie coffee shop. It’s just too hot to be outside unless there’s water involved.
What a blessing to be inside a cool place and enjoy being able to think without oppressive heat bearing down on me. (Our house has one window-unit air conditioner, but it does not cool the whole house.)
I think of my dad growing up in Waco, Texas, many years ago. There were no air-conditioned homes in his neighborhood.
What a spoiled life I lead.