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Friday, September 01, 2006Jane Austen Didn't Have Air ConditioningAnd neither do I. The unit on our third story died three days ago. "Hot" doesn't begin to describe the state of my office. Today it's more bearable, but still enough to lull me into an irritable drowsiness that is not conducive to getting through my painstaking editing process. At least I'm not wearing pantaloons, woolen stockings, and a corset. And my word processor is much more convenient than ink-and-pen. But....I'm not happy. Oh, Miss Austen. I have always admired you. But now I am convinced that you did all of your writing in the fall and winter. Ugh. Labels: writing |
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4of my readers are feeling chatty:
My office is above the garage, and since heat rises, the garage's less than frigid air fill the room, and I melt.
I have a ceiling, 2 foot square fan, and air conditioner going all the time, and I am still hot.
Good thing I dont have mashed potatoes up here, because I would be falling asleep in them.
Aren't you supposed to be entertaining Spencer now anyway?
:-D
I can't stand sitting and sweating. Sweating is for activity, not for sitting at your desk. We lost an AC at work this Summer and try as the other unit would, it didn't cut it. We left early more than one day.
Our AC guy is here as I type. Its our annual checkup. Never knew they had teeth!
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