I have a confession for you, Dear Reader. I consider myself a pretty strong-willed guy, but my resolve is wavering. See, I have yet to turn on the A/C in my home. Yes, the daily highs are rubidium-melting, enough to cause mercury across the valley to liberate itself from thermometers like the chestbuster from Alien. Even the overnight lows are more mirage than oasis. Yet I persist.