First summer in an old but kinda non-mustachian house (it's twice as big as our previous one, but it allows us to live non-mustachian hospitality goals that are more than offset by mustachian urban density benefits like biking to work and walking to the grocery store). Anyways, we were totally prepared to pay a little more for cooling this summer since we paid a little more for heating last winter (despite dropping our tolerance threshold from 68F to 62F!), but this is our third day in a row of 90+ degree weather and it has yet to top 80 degrees on the main floor. So far we've only run the air 2 hours while having guests over for lunch.
Apparently one of the unexpected benefits of living in an old neighborhood is having ginormous trees on three sides of the house that pretty much shade the entire thing all day long! We drove out to the suburbs for an event last night. In addition to marveling at the volume of highway traffic that everyone else considers normal, and the empty sidewalks along the unwalkably spread-out wide four-lane streets, I also marvelled at the masses of treeless property lots subjected to the full gaze of the brutal summer sun.