This can't be good.

Mercifully, this is 2 degrees cooler than what I arrived home to tonight at 7:00. And as I write this now at 10:15, we've dropped to a balmy 95 degrees in the living room. 

Of course this is nothing new- I essentially live in a converted attic, so it doesn't take much to get hot up here. And I do have an air conditioner that will cool down my apartment to an at least manageable 80 or so. But I have been inexplicably stubborn about putting it in the window so early- I'm convinced that the warm spell has to break soon, at which point i'll be appreciative of the ability to still open my window and get fresh air. This has been my argument since Saturday. 

So in the meantime I continue to torture myself, with window fans uselessly blowing around warm air, and sucking in enough pollen to give everything in my living room a dull yellow sheen. Apparently we'll finally get thunderstorms tonight that will break the heat, but until then I remain confined to the icy comfort of my bedroom where I did drop in an a/c unit (I'm stubborn but not masochistic), trying to forget about the unpleasantness that lurks on the other side of the door.