The Twinkies

I really blame the drugs. After all, he was on a lot of pain medication and wasn’t really thinking straight when he told his parents to not bother installing the air conditioners when they were here to help us after his surgery. I’ve never been able to move them and he certainly can’t pick them up right now so we do need help getting them in. Somewhere in his drug addled state it seemed to make perfect sense to say we didn’t need them until his parents came back in June. Or July.

We live in Connecticut. Sometime after mid-May and well before July it becomes unbearably hot and humid. Like now. It was over 90 yesterday. It will be over 90 today. And heat makes me ill. Literally, physically sick. I get queasy. I get headaches. I can’t eat and then my blood sugar drops. It isn’t good.

I’ve spent the past week telling Brian that a bigger person wouldn’t say “I told you so” but that I was not burdened with that particular scruple.

So Nick and Max came over yesterday in response to pleas for help and installed the air conditioners and put together the patio table so that one could sit outside under an umbrella and have a place to set one’s drink. As they were putting in the final behemoth unit that handles cooling downstairs Nick turned to me and said, “So…I just want to know, is this going to make the blog?”

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