Today is Father’s Day. My husband is outside installing the air conditioner into the living room window. The temperature is supposed to be in the mid nineties, and the humidity is climbing. We had to laugh, because the weather has been absolutely gorgeous up until now. We had a cooler than average spring, and all of a sudden we are being hit with a heat wave. I’m not looking forward to the next three days. Tropical humidity levels and mid to upper nineties is not my kind of weather. I plan on being inside my home, the air conditioning blasting, and getting some long forgotten house work done. Maybe it is a good time to finally uproot my office, which isn’t much bigger than a closet, and move into the loft. My husband has finally completed adding heating and air conditioning up there, and I will be going from an eight by nine foot room, to a twenty-five by twenty foot room. It will be amazing because I will have heat, air conditioning, and a television, because it used to be the playroom for the kids. I’m excited, but I have a feeling that I will also be kind of lonely up there. My husband has his man cave in the basement, and I’ll be two floors above him. At least he won’t be as apt to run up two flights of stairs just to tell me what he just read in the helicopter forum. I definitely will not miss that, because I am so bored with hearing about remote control helicopters.