Here's to fans...

I think I've died...and I didn't go where I expected to.

It is hot as Hades in the Dunne-Gagnon household and we have officially gone crazy.

It started this morning. Unbearable heat. Choking heat. I would rather jump from a fifty foot building - just for the breeze- than stay here and feel this sweat-in-every-spot-makes-me-want-to-die heat.

But wait (lightbulb!) we are members of the few, the proud, the central air community!
We shut all of the windows, run to the thermostat (which was clocking in at a staunch 93 degrees) and flip it over to AC. Good glory here we come!

We wait. The fan clicks on. There is a strong whir of air from the vents and ...

IT'S HOT.

Hot air is funneling into our already hot apartment.

Maybe it needs a few minutes, so we wait.
15 minutes go by and I've started to sweat.
30 minutes go by and Briann and I are literally dripping.
45 minutes go by and we're getting faint.

Briann has a glorious idea and in a flash we're out the door and in the car - AC is heaven.
We proceed to spend the day gallivanting around the air condition wonders of Jersey City and Hoboken. Mostly we spend our time getting lost, but we don't care as long as it's cool.

Armed with two new fans and a number of other completely unnecessary accouterments from Target, we head back.
We hope against hope that a miracle has occur ed and our AC (which isn't slated to be fixed until tomorrow morning) has magically fixed itself, or at least that our apartment is a bearable temperature as we reach the second floor landing, 12 stairs waiting in front of us to spell our fate.
Stairs one through 7 seem great, it is very possible that tonight will be fine, warm but not overwhelming.
Then we reach the 8th step.
Oh dear, sweet Jesus.
Not only is it hot, it's humid. The air doesn't move and our current (and highest yet) temp is 97 degrees.
I am currently sitting catatonic on my bed drinking white wine (for the chill, of course - not to medicate my sad, sad, and did I mention HOT existence) with a wet towel wrapped around my head and a fan blowing HOT HUMID DEATH AIR directly on my barely clothed body. Briann and I have hit the wall, kids.
We are really hoping that we make it through the night and praying for a light fall of snow.
In the meantime we deliriously took these pictures, enjoy and...call us tomorrow, here's hoping we haven't melted.

Time to go take an ice bath.

- J