I’m expecting the AC guy to show up any moment now. Trust our old AC to go all temperamental on us on what is probably the most insufferably hot week of the year (you can count on Holy Week to claim this honor practically every time). It’s been on the blink since Sunday and my pregnant self has not been a picture of grace under suffering – or even silence – all this time. Those of you who are undergoing the same weather, don’t you agree that the heat is enough to make you homicidal? I exaggerate as usual, of course, but I bet there is quite a number of us who are going around wanting to pick a fight, lol. Our room must feel like a furnace (to me it does). We usually deal with this weather by turning the AC on, but of course the thing conspired with the weather to give me agony (yes, I take it personally – and yes, I am then overcome with shame for saying that because what do I know about agony? Was I tortured and crucified on the cross?). Right now, all the windows are flung open and the Blackout Blinds up (we usually want these down to keep the sun out - do we sound like fungi?). To make everything just dandy, I’m quite miserable with a cold as well. I’m fussing like a hypochondriac since I know that my immune system is down. Marguerite, of course, has not chosen this time to be low maintenance, so I’m not getting much rest. Do I sound like a stark, raving lunatic? If this much heat is enough to drive me to distraction, then it’s a comfort that I’ve already been saved and assured of heaven.