If by wild ride you mean hot, humid, and expensive. Then, yes, yes it has.
Our air conditioner died on Tuesday night. In North Carolina. In high summer.
This week has not been fun, easy, or cheap.
I specifically took two days off to relieve the pressure on my PTO balance, which was closer to the max than I was comfortable with. My summer class was over and I was just going to read and relax.
The universe said nope, no you’re not.
I had been building a new bookcase in the living room, listening to music when my husband came home from work and asked why it was so hot in the house?
By hot, he meant 80.
Huh.
I guess I was the proverbial frog in a cooking pot, blithely working away while I was being boiled.
Cue an awful night. But I was not going to call the emergency number to have someone out there to look at the unit in the middle of the night.
Long story short, we replaced the HVAC unit, and, as a bonus, updated the electrical panel.
With the electrical panel, the electricity had to be turned off for about 6 hours; no electricity, no fans, which was how we were keeping sane.
We spent the night at a hotel.
The crew worked through some hellacious conditions: up in a summer attic, through some of the wettest weather we’ve seen all summer, and with the quirks of this house. Seriously, no room in this house is a square box, they all have interesting cut-out windows, or extra walls, or, suddenly, a column!
They are getting the best review!
Yeah, so that’s where I’ve been since Wednesday. Spending money like it’s my job.
Oh, and since I am incapable of having workers at the house and not working myself, I’ve been keeping myself busy with mindless tasks. I reorganized the pantry, worked on the garage, kept the kitchen clean.
It’s been exhausting.
Dispatches from the Evening Shift 