I love our house. It’s old and creaky, but it’s ours. One thing I do not love about it, though, is how hot it gets upstairs in the summer. Brad can attest to this, since he sleeps in the hottest room in the building. Our regular plan is to close all the vents on the first floor so that the cold air is pumped all the way upstairs and then floats down, but that’s not terribly effective at night after the roof has baked all day. So we’re trying something new – putting a barrier up so that the cold has to stay around a little longer. So far it seems to work, although walking through it with a basket of laundry I accidentally gave Pfennig a pretty righteous kick in the side. Stupid cat. Who dares sleep in my path?!