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.