The house is over 80°. I tried opening all the windows upstairs yesterday for air movement and it became hotter. (It is in the 90s outside.) I grew up with hot and muggy summers on the Connecticut coast but my blood must have thinned after 35 years in the mountains. Working outdoors felt impossible. I’d work for forty-five minutes and then come in to peel off my clammy Carharrts, damp with sweat. The cows and sheep were miserable and I refilled their water twice over the day. The biting flies were so bad the cattle refused to leave the dark, hot barn until dusk at 8:30 PM.
Knowing today’s drive to pick up Lucy would be long, I took the dogs and slept in the cool basement last night. What a blessing.
It is due to be in the mid-90°s again today so I imagine Lucy will join me in the basement tonight.