I’m cranky today.

It’s hot as hell outside. It’s around 100 degrees here in Newark, where I work. Newark is usually a couple of degrees hotter than Manhattan — the disadvantages of not being an island.

It’s been like this since Saturday and it’s not supposed to break until Wednesday. Of course I picked yesterday to go to the gym for the first time in eight months. I spent 30 minutes on the elliptical and then trudged 13 blocks home… very… slowly. I was just zonked. Sapped of energy.

We had enough foresight to buy an air conditioner for our new apartment a few weeks ago and get it installed. So that’s good. But there’s an air conditioner in the apartment two floors above us, in the exact same window. I realized this on Saturday, when it started dripping onto our air conditioner. Water dripping onto metal from two floors up makes a racket. It’s like a drippy faucet but three times as loud. It actually woke me up around 4:30 this morning. We sleep with our bedroom door open, because the A/C is in the living room.

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep on a weeknight in more than a week. We decided to rearrange our bedroom last week, but it was really bad feng shui. My head was right next to the bedroom door. I mean right next to it. So we put the bedroom back the way it was. But I’m still not sleeping well. Maybe it’s because we don’t actually have a bed. We just have a mattress. We really should get a bed. At the very least, a boxspring. And maybe a new mattress. And I don’t like sleeping with the bedroom door open. I like feeling like the bedroom is sealed off from the living room.

If it’s not one thing with this new apartment, it’s another.