Sweet, sweet AC

I slept in the guest room last night, and it was lovely! Not because of a fight or illness or someone's sonic-boom snoring, but because the master bedroom upstairs was just too freaking hot. Thanks to our sputtering little old air vents, the central air conditioning doesn't reach up to what is, I guess, the attic of our house. We've been here over two years, and last night was the first time we ventured downstairs to sleep. What's taken us so long?! The mattress was so soft. The room was so peaceful. Not having to run three fans was such a nice change. I even pulled up the sheet at some point--but not too far, because *something* happened to the rest of it. I'm not pointing fingers, but I do believe the thief was about 5'9" with blond hair. Small price to pay for a good night's sleep, though. It was almost like sleeping in a hotel. I even had that slight moment of "where am I?" panic upon waking in the middle of the night. Seeing as the temperature today is supposed to climb threatentingly close to 100 degrees, I may very well vacation in the guest room again.