John's Losing His Mind Over Here, And It's Freaking Hilarious

I know it's wrong of me, but I am thoroughly enjoying John's sweat-soaked descent into madness post-Irma over here. Turns out all you have to do to tap the depths of this man's literary creativity is deprive him of air conditioning, cold drinks, and Overwatch for a few days. Observe:

It started with Weird Thoughts about spiders:

Then this happened on Tuesday:

Which really brought out his inner poet:

 

John composed this with literal tears of silent laughter running down his face, while I watched from across the room wondering if he was having some kind of fit.

That night it hit over 80 degrees inside, so John went to sleep in his man cave where there are more windows to open. I woke up to the following update:

 Which got SO MUCH BETTER thanks to our friend Chris:

 Admit it, you sang along. I know I did.


The next day John started to come around on cold showers:

And after a chat with our local power repairmen, who pointed out the multiple downed lines in our neighborhood and gave even more dire predictions on when they'll be repaired:

 

Asbestos Cookies would be a great title for John's book. You know, the one I'm putting together without his knowledge, comprised entirely of his Facebook updates?

You'll be happy to know John's been getting the utmost support through all this from friends:

But I think our saga will end there, sadly, because the *next* night it stayed over 84 degrees in the  house, and the still humidity was so thick we were taking breaks in the car just to breathe. So we've officially abandoned ship - er, house - and are bouncing between friends' homes now like modern day vagabonds. Three cheers for warm showers, cool air, and dry sheets!

But I will miss John's power-less updates. :)

PS - Weirdly the cats are fine at home in the heat, and are STILL sleeping in sunbeams all day. I'm starting to think they're part lizard under all that fur.  Don't worry, though, we're still visiting them every day.