We don't have central air, just a window unit, which we are using to make the bedroom and adjoining sewing/ computer room habitable. The Fool has taken to his bed with his knitting, the stockinette sweater, and refuses to spend time keeping me company in the (un-air-conditioned) dining room, where I am sewing a pirate shirt. Don't ask. It's just one of those projects that needs to be done.
I showed him how to do a three-needle bindoff on one of the shoulder seams of his wee sweater, and he is so pleased with it that he sits petting it and otherwise getting cuddly with the little slip of stockinette.
The heat makes me a little irritable, so when I muttered something about, "Why don't you quit fondling that and actually knit the other front half?" he got snippy and said he'd throw it on the floor and roll on it if he wanted to; it was his knitting.
The weather better cool off soon.