My air conditioner died. It is irretrievably dead, and cannot be resurrected. And, being Scottish, I do not wish to re-allocate budget money for the purchase of a new one, because that would mean not paying the power bill, and then, I would lack electricity to run the AC. So, I’m being Quite Pioneer, living without AC. (Also, quite sweaty, but I bathe a lot.)
I have two “weather station” applications on my computer. One is in my browser bar; the other is on the desk top of the second screen, which lives above the main screen. (Yep, the Tall, Dark, and Slightly Neanderthal Fellow set up the screens for Maximum Viewing Astonishment.)
I like to keep the one in the browser set to Boise, where it is always more hellish than here, and the one on the desktop set for local weather.
It means I am always slightly smug when I glance at the temperature, then at the REAL temperature from Really Here, rather than Hellish Boise.
It’s the small rebellions in life that make Living Pioneer Without AC worthwhile.