The Thing In The Cellar.

The coolest part of the house right now is the basement.

This house was built in 1914; Lovecraft would feel quite at home here. Hence the Lovecraftian subject line.

This house holds the temperature of whatever the day before it reached. In bitter cold weather, it is cold for a day longer than an outdoor cold snap. In hot weather, it retains that heaviness for a full day before dissipating.

We've had four days of the outdoors being in the high 80's. Yesterday was the "cool" day of the stretch, reaching a high of "only" 86. Today is already at the mid-nineties.

Sunday night sleeping was uncomfortable; last night sleep was impossible.

I have work to do in my hot, hot kitchen, which houses my hot, hot computer, and have work to do in my hot, hot bedroom. I'm trying to give myself reasons to go to the basement to cool off between hot, hot tasks.

With two fans at full blast, and an attempt at trapping a cross-breeze, I'm still about to melt into a hot, hot pool of Lovecraftian ichor.

Crystal is going to help us put the less ancient of our ancient air conditioners in the bedroom window tonight. Today is my half-birthday, and I think this is the earliest we've ever had to install and use the A/C here in not-so-merrie Newe Englande.

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