The bane of all Texans has struck my house. Naturally, it had to do so mere weeks before I move out, and because this horrible demon chose to show its face now, I will have to pay money to fight it. Money I do not have.

I am talking about the demise of my air conditioning. I have experienced, thankfully, few days in Texas without it, if you don't count time spent in my car, which hasn't had AC in years. Now, however, I am stricken, and probably for the entire weekend. I can handle it, I'm sure, but I'm more worried about my ferret, who is adverse to heat. Should the demon make any attempt upon Tim Finnegan's life, there will be dire consequences.

Get thee behind me, Satan!