The face gets flushed.
Sweat drips down the vast space between the breasts.
This is not sexy, this is me driving home in my non-airconditioned car that I refuse to pay $800 to fix. In 97 degrees.
This was yesterday.
Last night I get home and husband is upset. It seems that the airconditioning for the whole upstairs has gone.
So we will be hot until Friday when the repair man comes.
The good news is it has cooled down today – to 87.