This weekend was hot. Damn hot. Too friggin’ hot.

We’ve had this set of furniture sitting at my sister’s house, that she so graciously donated to my daughter. We’ve been trying to pick it up since April 21. The world has conspired against us every weekend until finally, on a horrid, still, sticky, painfully hot day we were able to go pick it up.

This should have been a ten-minute job. Throw everything in the truck. Go home. Put everything in the room. Done. Enjoy the day.

Not so. Geekfriend arrived at 2:30 with his truck and we went to my sisters to get the furniture. By 2:31 the temperature outside was somewhere around the same temperature as the core of the sun. Except with 300% humidity. Simply opening the door of the truck exhausted me.

This will take an hour, I said. Ten minutes to pick up, twenty of driving, ten of moving upstairs and then set up. No biggie.

Wrong. It took us an hour to load the truck because we had to keep stopping. It was hot! Then my sister took pity upon us and gave us a drink. God love her. She didn’t want dead geeks in the driveway. It would bring down property values.

For the record, Diet Dr. Pepper does taste like real Dr. Pepper. Damn fine stuff. There should be more of it.

Then we dragged all this stuff up to the girls’ room. And put it together. And went to the grocery store to replenish bodily fluids with specially engineered sports drinks.

But it didn’t end there. We had to drive out to the in-laws to pick up a new crib. You see, I had been trying to lower the bed in the previous crib and . . . broke one of the rails.

It wasn’t my fault. Granted, I was cussing and yelling because this piece of junk wouldn’t cooperate. But, it was a cheap piece of plastic that snapped because of poor design. For the record, I did want to throw it out the window, but I didn’t. I feel I deserve credit for that.

More importantly, the girls now have bedroom sets that make them look like proper princesses. Matilda’s daybed provides her with plenty of options. So far, she has yet to pick a direction in which to sleep.

Baby Gertrude’s new crib is cavernous. And she loves it. When I last saw her, she was doing laps around the edges, giggling happily.

I’m hooked up to IVs, hoping that this whole summer isn’t like this. Damn heat and humidity.

Worse, Geekfriend is going on vacation for three weeks to parts of the US that aren’t crushed by heat and humidity. And he’s considering remaining in these parts.

Alas, I suppose if it makes him happy. But, the wife and I so rarely make friends . . . I guess we can hope against hope that he’ll remain in town and pursue his artistic endeavors with us as his cheering section. If not . . .

It was probably this weekend that caused him to go . . .