We have been without air conditioning for the past 36 hours and, I know I am spoiled rotten, but it's really stunk.
It's been 100 degrees outside and inside, the thermostat has tipped at 89. We've been able to get out during the day but the nights, oh the nights. It's hot and sticky and Sadie still wants to fnuggle. The thought of another human being touching me when it's so hot has given me renewed respect for the generations who came before us. (Especially before 1902 when air conditioning was first used. I've been on hold with the 'powers that be' long enough to hear lots of useful air-conditioning trivia.)
The fact that those precious people were able to consummate their marriages and reproduce in the midst of a Texas July astounds me and fills me with awe and respect. Especially when antiperspirants weren't patented until 1941. (You know, I heart Wikipedia.)
So as the temperature climbs to 100 again in Dallas today, hats off to the pioneer lovebirds who still felt the desire to do the deed in the midst of sweltering heat and calico dresses.