Day 167:
Summer came roaring in with a blast of hot air, Conor. The last four days have been as hot as any we'll have throughout the Summer months and with that, some good with the bad...
The good? Summer is HERE! It's not my favorite season but a close second! (I love Autumn in Virginia, Son) And for you, the warm air has really done the trick on clearing that cough and cold of yours, Boy'O. You seem to be well on the mend and in fact, these last two days you've been much more your jovial, boisterous self.
The bad? We live in a 26 year old narrow townhouse with possibly the worst insulation for combatting the heat. The house is warm in the Winter, but just will NOT stay cool in the Summer. I believe the way the narrow, yet long, house was built simply acts like a heat flume, funneling every bit of warm air to the top floors. That, coupled with cathedral ceilings and almost no insulation, quite simply equals a very warm bed chambers... So far it's not seeming to bother you all that much... With your fan on full go it still feels cool, despite your grow egg telling us it's 79 degrees! None the less, you seem comfortable - for now - and that's all that matters.
The heat wave appears to be dissipating however, giving way to temperatures in the high 70s and low 80s and for my liking, that'll be just fine, thank you.
Yes sir, Summer is here and with it, so will be days spent at the pool with you, getting you acclimated to swimming even that much more... A task I take on gladly, Son. I'm quite keen of the idea of you becoming the next Michael Phelps!
That's all for tonight, Son. Sleep well and don't let the heat get to you - for if it does, well, I don't suppose there's much more I can do...
I love you, Conor.
-Dad
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