Living without air-conditioning sucks.

I really think it should be a fundamental right.

Our townhouse is a death trap. I imagine it's like living in the armpit of the really stinky guy on the back of the streetcar who looks like he might actually sweat his skin off.

The temperature - it's epic.

But not in a "good way" epic.

Epic ... like having to watch The English Patient ... twice.

My office however; is air-conditioned. We've kept the temperature at a breezy twenty degrees Celsius today. It's glorious. We keep it really cold for all the clients who also live in death trap apartments and come in for some reprieve from the oppressive heat.

So it's pretty fantastic.

But I'm sitting at my desk dreading the evening ahead. Dreading.

I'm trying not to think about it too much because if I spend all day thinking about how hot it's going to be this evening at home and how I'll have to sit around in my underwear (only I can't sit around in my underwear because in order for us to have any HOPE of a cross breeze in our townhouse we need to have the front door and the back sliding door open so we're kind of in a fish bowl situation and people walking by do NOT need to see me on the couch, four months pregnant, eating potato chips in my underwear) ... if I spend all day thinking about this, I'll be really, really grumpy by the time I get home.

And I try really hard to not expose my family to unnecessary grumpiness from me. I try.

So the radio at work is set to Boom 97.3 and I'm grooving along listening to White Wedding and loving the Billy Idol when the guy comes on and says, "... so right about now I bet your thinking we should Canonize the guy who invented air-conditioning ..."

And I'm all like ... yeah ... that's fantastic ... just rub it in.

Have fun in your air-conditioned house.

You probably have a pool too.

You probably go home and put on a sweater after your evening dip.

Jerk.

I wanted to pick up the phone and tell him to stuff his air-conditioning where it would hurt the most.

You know what idiot???

You may have a large air-conditioned mansion with an outdoor pool and walk in freezer and a refrigerator with an ice dispenser and probably an ice cream parlour in your living room ... but David Suzuki is LOVING me right now.

Think about that before you go around casually suggesting we Canonize people all willy nilly.