If even there was a time for panic, this is it: I believe our air conditioner is failing. It's supposed to be hot as balls tomorrow and muggy enough for fish to survive far from their native ponds and streams. And the thought of facing this hot and muggy (cue "Hi-Five City!") nightmare without proper AC... Heaven help us. Why do I think the AC is broken? Because the temperature inside the house is a persistant 74 F, even though it's supposed to be 71 F. If the unit cannot cope with the relatively cooler nighttime temperatures, we'll be broiled alive inside the house in the full fury of tomorrow's afternoon high. We're doomed, I tell you, doomed! Doooooooooomed!

I hate being doomed.