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I had a terrible time sleeping last night. It was 80 degrees here in Illinois. I really hate to turn on the AC when the air outside starts to cool, so I had the whole house fan going instead. I tried desperately to find ways to bring the cooler air into our house, but I had no luck.
My husband tried to explain that the best way to get the air into the house was to create a vacuum - only open the windows a tiny bit in a few rooms. I couldn't believe this would work, so of course I had a few windows wide open and even opened a few doors.
The house was still hot.
"Give up. Turn on the AC," he said.
"It's March," I replied. "Besides, it's cool outside. It will cool off inside soon!"
It never did.
I'm lying on top of the sheets, blankets thrown off. I'm really crabby when I'm hot. I opened the door to the backyard. Cool air outside, but nothing coming in. I still don't turn the AC on. I think about sleeping outside, but I roll over and manage to fall asleep.
I crawl out of bed. The air is thick with humidity.
"Turn on the AC," my husband says. (I'm surprised he doesn't add, "I told you so!")
I switch the AC on. The condenser roars to life. The house starts to cool. Maybe I'll sleep tonight!