I caved...

At the ripe old age of 40, I have finally purchased my first air conditioner(s.)   While it's true I have had this luxury in my last four vehicles, I never did anything above a set of fans for my home.  Those of you in warmer climates may think we New Englander's wouldn't suffer in the summer, but you forget the famous New England humidity.   It's like leaving your house and jumping into a hot tub for the day... all day...no matter *where* you are... but I digress.  Couple our recent heat/humidity wave with the bulging/herniated disk in my neck... and you have a recipie for a lousy night's sleep.   While I'm usually good for four, (maybe four and a half,) hours a night... last night was a miserable example in futility.  As tonight is supposed to be more of the same, I decided to get a couple of small units (tee hee hee, I said unit!) for the upstairs bedrooms, and two larger units ( okay, you've had your fun, move along...) to cool the downstairs areas.  After going to four different stores in two different towns, I finally got two bedroom-sized devices (there, now I've gone and spoiled everything, I hope you're happy) but the downstairs ones will have to be ordered online, as nobody had any of the larger energy-star ones I wanted in stock.  After fighting upstairs with one of the two, I finally got it installed and turned on.   Right now my bedroom is currently being "conditioned" down to 70 degrees via "energy-saving" mode.  Perhaps tonight my usual 4 (and possibly a half) hours will be returned to me!  Come Morpheus!  Let's hang out!