Moshi-moshi Guardians,
My A/C was broken for days while I was led on by a criminally unscrupulous repair company. If you live somewhere with temperatures that sane and civilized people would balk at, make sure to have a reliable, responsive, and highly skilled person, or persons, at the ready. You just never know.
It got up to 94°F today with very high humidity. Serious business. Too hot for anything more than lackadaisical grumbling while sitting three inches away from an industrial box fan. As a bonus, the intense wind helped to keep all but the burliest and most committed mosquitoes at bay.
Eventually, I got in contact with a friend of my friend's family, Miguelito ("Little Miguel" - you could probably figure that out on your own. He has "Mike" embroidered on his work shirt. Nice touch.), who remediated the hamfisted bungling of the previous jerks, found the real problem (it had something to do with that copper-looking thing in the picture...), and had some interesting theories that involve the Italian mob supporting Fidel Castro's rise to power because they wanted to eliminate Havana as competition for their casinos in Las Vegas. I guess it makes some kind of sense - I'd rather go to a tropical paradise than a skeevy hole in the middle of the desert. Maybe just me.
Tilly "supervised" the repair and listened politely to the conspiracy theories about the criminal underworld's role in geopolitics but stopped short of getting her hooves dirty.