My relatives don't believe me when I tell them our summers are hot. Hot enough so that we have to use our central air conditioner.
Our summers are hot.
We recently had a hot muggy stretch, when our AC was going 24/7 to keep us at a comfortable 21º Celcius, instead of the 40º plus it felt like. Then we had a rainy day, which got rid of the humidity. The rainy day was to be followed by a night when it would dip to 8º.
That's when the shit hit the fan.
When couples are about to get married they usually discuss things they think are important - sex, money, religion. Big whoop. They never discuss what really matters.
What's a cool night and how to deal with it.
I was thrilled when John Sauder said it was going to hit 8º. To me air conditioning is a poor second to fresh cool air. I sleep more soundly when it's cool. The cooler the better. I wanted to turn off the air and start opening windows.
Paul's reaction to the weather forecast differed from mine. He repeated "8 degrees" as if we were being threatened by a tsunami. He wanted the air left on and the windows closed.
I turned off the air and started opening windows.
Paul placed our heavy comforter over his half of the bed so he could sleep through the new Ice Age.
I made do with the top sheet. Slept like a log.
Paul got a lot of exercise. After a few hours he was sweating. He got up, removed the comforter and carefully placed a doubled blanket over his side of the bed. After a few hours he was sweating. He undoubled the blanket. After a few hours he was cold. He redoubled the blanket. After a few hours he was sweating. He undoubled the blanket. Then he couldn't sleep.
I couldn't stop laughing.
Well, he'd thought hot flashes were funny.