Hot, Hot, Hot

No, I am not singing that awful Buster Pointdexter song Hot, Hot, Hot. It is hot, hot, hot in NYC. For some reason, my apartment is always 10 degrees cooler in the winter than it is outside, and 10 degrees hotter in the summer. I need to get that reversed. As I write this, Nash and I are sitting here in a pool of sweat. I can’t imagine how hot Nashee is, as I am not wearing a fur coat, and my building claims that they can’t turn the air conditioning on until May 15, that doesn’t pass the smell right test. We do have three fans going, and it is still not enough, as my apartment feels like a sweat lodge,, and the great thing is I pay for it. It is so muggy in here that we may have a fog alert soon.

Nash does lay in front of one of the floor fans to keep cool, but I don’t think that is even working, as earlier today he got stepped on, as he was lying in a new spot. He was curled up in the corner, as I think it was probably the coolest place for him to lay in the apartment, and guess what, yesterday was even worst than today. If it is this hot in May, it is going to be a brutal summer, and we may have to pick up another fan or two, as even if the air conditioning was on, it is a joke, and doesn’t even cool off a tiny little NYC apartment, Oh how I miss central air.