It's the little things that count
The high temperature in Chicago reached 104°F (40°C) yesterday afternoon. In our living room, which is on west side of our top-floor apartment, it got up to 98°F (37°C). The rest of the apartment was a balmy 93°F (34°C). Even the wooden floors were hot, leading us to believe that our neighbor downstairs isn’t faring any better. We had air conditioners running in both bedrooms, and a friend who doesn’t have a/c came over to cool off. Exiting from the artificially cooled air into the convection oven that was the rest our apartment felt like a physical blow. ...