Heat

It's not very hot in England ever - they had the hottest day of the year last week and it was only in the 80s. Still, Grace and I are struggling because we're living in a little sweatbox.

We're on the top (fifth) floor, so all the heat of the building floats up here. And you've got two human bodies, our laptops, and oven/stoves all pushing more heat into the room. Also, our windows don't open more than six inches, apparently because they are worried we'll all fall out. Finally, there's no AC. So, while it's only in the 80s outside, I think it must be hotter up here. I'm covered in sweat all day. Miserable. The whole thing makes you sleepy and groggy all the time. And our chocolates (left over from going to see Batman on Thursday) are melting. We've got two fans running, but it just isn't enough.

We move next week. We'll still be on the top floor, and most residences don't have AC, but hopefully the windows will open up and we can keep the kitchen heat safely in the kitchen.

Anyway, I'm sick of it now. I'm heading outside.

Update: When we were in India, chocolate was not a very big delicacy. I wonder if that has to do with the fact that it would probably melt most of the time.

Second Update: Another problem is that its always really hot up here so I under-dress for going outside. I always think a T-shirt and shorts will be plenty, but when I get outside I find it's actually jacket and jeans weather. Lame.