I’m waiting for the day this week when I see someone with a t-shirt that says “I survived the New England heatwave of 2018.” Normally, I’m not one to complain about the heat. I adapt. I wear loose clothes. I plan my day around the heights of the heat so I can get things done and not melt. But this summer was one of the worst on record, though I’m not sure it will even make records. While we didn’t have a day over 102, we had over three weeks of temperatures above 90 degrees. I get that this is normal in most parts of the country, but this far north people are not equipped for it. Most homes up here don’t have central air conditioning. This is because our summers usually only have one week of those hellish temps, and then it’s back down to the 80s. A week of 90 degrees or higher is just enough to make people consider getting central air conditioning, only to have it end and folks decide its not worth the money. Our winters are so long here that summer is usually a blessing, no matter how severe. But this year people were scrambling to go out and get even a window air conditioning unit. The ductless mini split models were gone by week two, sold out everywhere. But now that’s the middle of August, we’ve had enough days of cool rain to put the temperature back down to 78. Now that no one needs them, home improvement stores are slashing the prices on multi split ductless AC units. I don’t want one, but I believe my brother does. I told him if there was ever a time to get an air conditioner, this is it. Next year could be worse.