The worst is supposed to be today. I don't mind the heat, but I hate the humidity. Yesterday, I turned the air conditioning on around three or four. Didn't turn it off until after midnight. And if the damned smoke alarm hadn't gone off, it most likely would have been on all night.
Yeah. The smoke alarm. We have two. One in the bedroom, one in the hallway, around the corner from the bedroom. We get out of bed and Brian checks the one in the bedroom. I can't get out of the bedroom, he's in the way. While he has the detector apart, the beeping starts again. It's the other detector. He puts the one in the bedroom back together (and it didn't go smoothly). I told him I wanted to leave the room, so he got off of the stool and I was able to walk past him. He finally got the one in the bedroom put back together, then did the one in the hallway. He had it apart and was going to leave it until this morning. He sat it on his dresser.
It was like this. It was really like this.
Both of us up again, I went into the garage to get another battery. He followed me in, started pulling stuff out of the drawer that I'd just opened. Excuse me. I found the new battery pack and handed it to him because I couldn't get it open (I hate that). While he changed out the battery, I checked outside and it was cooler than in. I started opening up the house. I walked into the bedroom, he'd opened up the windows in there and I was going to lay back down, but the cats were in my spot. I ended up on the sofa.
We did go for our long walk this morning, I made a good breakfast, potatoes with onions and peppers, turkey sausage links and eggs. Probably will be too hot for lunch. This heat spell is supposed to get better tomorrow. I hope so.