I had run out of my tough guy it’s-not-too-hot-for-me-ism, and meditating on how life is suffering and this brief moment (in the cosmic sense) shall pass wasn’t helping much. So I broke down and got out my auxiliary fan.
And it didn’t run.
The switch is sticky sometimes, so I flipped it back and forth. The fan remained inert and uncaring.
Then I noticed the plug.
My box of electrical bits didn’t contain a solution short of cutting off the plug and hardwiring it to the house system. Ummmmmm, no. At least not yet. The sun will set in a couple of hours and the desert will cool quickly. I can hold on until then. Because I’m a tough guy. Who meditates.