Today is my birthday! For some reason I keep thinking I’m 38, but that’s not right. I’m only 37.
I convinced myself to go for a run this morning and that’s when the trouble started. The house was hot Nd there was this gawd awful racket…which turned out to be the death throes of our air conditioning unit. When I let the dogs outside, I saw smoke billowing out of the AC unit.
When the repairmen came they said it was official…the condenser was burnt up and could not be replaced. Which is just awesome. Because we are not the home owners.
They are coming tomorrow to install a new outside unit and hopefully we will be chillin like villains in no time flat.
Because right now we are roasting. The thermostat reads 89. We’re in the kitchen with the window unit and plenty of fans. The air mattresses are ready to go.
We could go to a hotel tonight. But there are the dogs, and they’re just as hot as we are. Doesn’t seem fair to leave them while we head off to chillax in air conditioned comfort. And the truth is that it won’t be bad in here in a minute.
So yeah. Happy birthday to me!
(For what it’s worth…I did get up & run this morning. Seemed like an appropriate way to start my next year of life)