I’d Write A Song About It If I Could, You Know, Write Songs
If you had spent any significant time at my house this summer, here’s what you would’ve heard from me approximately 4,822 times: “I’m hot.” “Oh my word I’m burning up.” “Hold on – I’m gonna have to turn down the air down.” “I’m hot.” “OH SWEET MERCY THIS HOUSE IS ON FIRE.” But here’s the thing: our house really isn’t hot. We’re surrounded by lots of very tall trees, and thanks to the way the sun moves across our roofline, we rarely have direct sunlight pouring in through the windows. Most people could put our thermostat on 75 and be more than comfortable all summer long. . . .