And with that, it’s bed-time in my air-conditioned bliss that undoubtedly is fueled by coal and nuclear power.
Yeah, me too. Thank goodness for EPA-free technology. I’m afraid I would quite die without AC in Phoenix. It can break your heart to see the mercury at 95 F when you get up in the morning. And our troopers in Iraq have it a lot worse, so I pray for them, with feeling.
Sleep well, my friend.