Well, today was full of sweat and fury, signifying nothing. I spoke too soon about the air conditioner. It’s out again. It blows cool air and all parts appear to work, but the house is not comfortable. The inside temperature was 90 degrees during the late afternoon, which was positively delightful when compared to the much hotter attic in which I swamp-bathed during my (failed) Miss Fix-It mission to repair the air conditioner. Whatever’s broken doesn’t appear to be a user-serviceable part. However, I am now intimately familiar with my attic’s duct work and the scent of my own steaming skin.
For the occasion, I wrote a little poem about troubleshooting the A/C.
Yep, there’s trouble.
Yep, I want to shoot it.~~fin~~
There were some bright spots to this muggy, humid heatwave day. I did get the tree limb removed from the garage and most of the backyard’s overgrown weeds cut (under severe orders from Shelby County Code Enforcement, I might add). And I did invent a lovely new hairstyle, perfect for the glamorous repairwoman on the go.
Air Conditioners are really necessary if you have allergic rhinitis and some other respiratory conditions ‘
I truly thought those were popsicles.