My nephew had his baptism earlier this week, and let me tell you – being in the house of the lord has never made me sweat so much! I don’t know if that’s because I’m some kind of heathen, or if there was something legitimately wrong with the A/C in the building. Either way, I was so hot and uncomfortable in that place that I was all too eager to leave early. Naturally that was hard to get away with, seeing as I was intended to be my nephew’s godfather. I should’ve known something was amiss as soon as I set foot in that church, because it felt as though there was little to no air circulation at all. As we sat in the pews, I couldn’t stop sweating no matter how much I fanned myself with a church brochure. An hour into mass, we were to begin the process of baptising and I was looking around fervently to see if there was an HVAC service van parked outside, or maybe a guy in the building wearing a company uniform that was here to repair the air conditioning system. Sadly there was not, and all I could find was more hot, humid misery. By the time I got up to the altar with my brother and sister in-law, they’d asked me if I was feeling alright. That’s how badly I was sweating from the lack of A/C in this place! I was ready to dunk my head in the holy water if it meant cooling down. The ceremony was completed, and I was designated the godfather. When we left the church and got back into our cars, I sat with the air conditioning in the car maxed out at full-blast! I’d never been so happy to be somewhere with A/C, even if it was just my own car.