Writing - Heat Wave

Here in the Northeast, and yes, that includes Maine, there is a heat wave going on that is so uncomfortable that I can't seem to get out of my own way. We don't have central AC and never ever thought that we'd even consider such a thing. With the changes in intensity of the seasons, we may have to bite the bullet, as it were. Add to that, the thoughts of the upcoming winter, which will also be intense, I am sure, thoughts of the price of oil to heat the house is a staggering mind bender. That brings to mind the idea of wood heat. We are sixty years old! Who wants to cut, split, stack and keep wood burning 24/7 during the long winter months!?!?!?! I mean, we are damned if we do and damned if we don't. So here I am, chewing away on all of that while I stick to the furniture, "bark" at the animals for stirring up the fur that they are shedding like gangbusters, and feeling powerless and helpless. Move to where? Tornadoes. Where else? Coastal flooding. Oh come on now...six months of darkness? I don't think so! Way out there? Earthquakes. Down there? Hurricanes. I guess I'll stay put. Where are those tissues, anyway!