I have found heaven, and it has central air

For the last two days, all I have been able to talk about, and think about, is the glory that is central air conditioning.

I have never lived in a house with A/C, and never much cared for it - but once you experience a few hours of the Virginia summer heat you quickly learn to appreciate how wonderful and miraculous it is.

So ever since I arrived at my uncle's house here in the moutains of Northern VA, I have been happily ensconsed in cool air. Not a drop of sweat, not a moment of discomfort related to the air outside. And it is lovely.

But then, last night, IT GOT BETTER.

I was standing in the bathroom, enjoying the nice fresh cool air as I brushed my teeth, and noticed something.
My feet? They were warm.
On the bottom.
The stone floor - the gorgeous stone floor (everything is gorgeous here) - was.......warm.

Oh my fucking god they have radiant heat floors.

So I did what ANYONE ELSE WOULD DO and I stripped down completely naked and lay on the floor. You know, just to be sure.

Yup, warm. The floor was warm.

I moved into my bedroom and lay back down next to one of the gorgeous rugs, directly on the tile.

Warm.

I lay there, on the stone, basking in the warmth. But it was warmer in the bathroom.
So I got up and trotted into the living room for further comparisons. Still warm. But not as warm as the bathroom. Plus, STILL NAKED. So I went back to the bathroom.

I am not going to lie to you. I considered sleeping in there, next to the tub. For the first time in my life, I was going to sleep on  the bathroom floor on purpose - not because I needed to or because I had no choice in the matter........but because I wanted to.

I guess this is what being a grownup is all about.