I got off the water from sailing today to 97 degrees AND a text, which said, “Do you want help putting your air conditioners in?”
Now, all the singles who live in vintage buildings know this… If there is a chore that screams, “Where is a big, strong man,” it’s dealing with these unwieldy monstrosities. Thank God for the angels in my life. And in this case, a big, strong one.
Ocho and I are going to sleep like rocks tonight.