Mole People

We wait as long as we can, but a week of 90 degree temperatures harkens its time to invite an air conditioner into our bedroom window. We don’t have an effective way to cool the house with this tiny thing, but it surely makes sleep bearable as we prepare to hide in our darkened house until the heat lifts. We also install the air conditioner for Karen, the tenant of the house we lease. The following day, we try not to mention the sore back and biceps as if our body can be tricked into not noticing. It’s a favorite ritual because Keith always buys me an ice cream cone when we’re done. I am a good worker, and help is hard to get these days.