Africa Hot in Here

Happy Monday, everybody! Hey--guess what! The AC in my office building is not functioning! And guess what else! It's 93 degrees outside! Oh, but it feels like 103. Actually, I don't find that to be very accurate. I was just outside at lunchtime, and it definitely feels hotter inside the building that outside. Please, oh please, let us go home. Nothing is getting accomplished, save for lots and lots of complaining and sweating. The powers that be (and get to say "Go home") still have hope that the AC units will be restored today (actually, one unit is working--two are not, but it is either not enough to notice, or it doesn't affect our part of the building). Seriously, though, it's after 1 pm. There's no way that this building could possibly cool down by 5, even if they get both broken units up and running. It's just *that* hot in here. Africa hot, as a friend used to say. Or, maybe that should be, "As a former friend says." Who knows. Anyway, it doesn't change the fact that I'm miserable. Although, in an act of kindness, the partners did send the clerk to 7-11 this morning, and he came back with Slurpees for everyone, as well as a variety of Arizona canned teas and lemonades. And that did help, for as long as the slurpee lasted. OK....back to the grindstone. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for an early release. But I'm not holding my breath, because I'd surely pass out.