Today has been a good day. The weather was beautiful — it is finally warm — and I was happy to be outside for a few minutes before darting into the courthouse for work.

I spent my time in Lafayette doing all sorts of journalism work and recently got back in town.

While the drive isn’t too long (though sometimes I wonder how many people accidentally drive off the Atchafalaya Basin Bridge out of sheer boredom), traffic is never pretty.

I worked for about 8 hours in Laffy before heading back to the Red Stick. No biggie. But three miles from the Mississippi River Bridge (and about four from my exit off the interstate), traffic came to a dead stop. And I sat there for a good 45 minutes.

When traffic picked back up, I understandably was excited. I began thinking of all the things I could do when I got home — take a shower, lie around, watch basketball, have a beer, hang out with friends. The thoughts were amazing, and I was genuinely excited when I pulled my car into the driveway.

However, when I opened the door of the house, I was hit by a wave of humid air. And as I walked up the stairs, the air got warmer and more stuffy.

Turns out, the AC is broken. And the AC repairman can’t come until Monday.

The thermostat upstairs says it’s 85 degrees. IN. THE. HOUSE. I’ll take a stab that the humidity is at least at 75%.

Awesome, right?

I know, I know. I shouldn’t be complaining (especially since some of you saw snow yesterday). But if you knew what Louisiana weather felt like, you’d understand. Especially since it feels like the Louisiana spring INSIDE MY HOME. And it’s going to feel that way all weekend. *dies*

Thank goodness for that new bikini, cold brewskies in the fridge and the fact that I have nothing too terribly important to do this weekend. Because if I did, it surely would not be done here.