"The end," ran that noisome scrawl, "is here. No more ice--"

Or, Mah AC, ah mournz it!

In our first home-owning adventure, the air conditioner is dead in the water. It's 95 degrees outside, 85 in the house. To say it in lolcat, do not want!

Luckily, we're going to Fixmer/McCarthy tonight, so I won't be fighting the cats for a cool spot of tile all night. This may derail the forced march for a day, though, as I don't know how long I'll last before fleeing to somewhere cool.

At least the dining room set came, and is comfy for laptop typing.

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Upon further consideration, moving to a town where nearly every restaurant serves queso--and most of it is good--was not such a wise idea.

Cheese, why can't I quit you?