I hate turning on the air conditioner and usually wait until the last possible egg-frying-on-the-sidewalk minute to turn it on. It seems that once you turn on the air, you don’t turn it off until about September.

As summer creeps ever closer and the temperature grows higher, the battle gets bloodier. Seriously, I am not messing around. I even went so far as to go buy another fan rather than suffer the cold clamminess of the air conditioner.

Let me just say that I’m not totally crazy. When it gets to be 90 degrees with 128% humidity, I become an air conditioning evangelist, mostly because I like breathing.

Today the victor will be decided. It’s 87 degrees and high noon. So far the fan seems to be working wonders, but then I haven’t moved at all yet. There are cold showers in my future.

UPDATE: I made it to 11:30 p.m., when I decided to look at the temperature inside. Supergenius HQ was a balmy 80 degrees. Yeah. Screw you Mother Nature.