Yesterday was ridiculously hot and humid, one of those days when everyone walks in slow motion because it takes such energy to move through the thick air. Even the gang of teenagers who hang out here in the evening seemed lethargic as they played cards and joked around and slapped at the mosquitoes that kept coming into the house because so many of our window screens are bent and broken.
Usually, evening brings some coolness, but last night the house still felt like someone had just opened a giant dishwasher partway through the hot water cycle.
We started talking about the newest movies that were playing, and I said that I would go see any movie just to sit in an air conditioned movie theater for a few hours.
"My house is air conditioned," said CoolKid.
He picked up a couple of poker chips, looked around at his friends, and shrugged. "I’d rather be here."