My A/C went out last night, and this afternoon Head Maintenance Dude came in after the underlings had checked things out to tell me I had "blown a compressor." I was about to tell him I'd done no such thing, and thanks for reminding me of the bleakness of my love life, when I realized he was in fact talking about the air conditioning unit.
I got the good news-bad news action, with the good news being they will be installing a completely new unit that will be larger and will, allegedly, cut my utility bills by 20 percent. The bad news is they won't be able to start installation until Thursday. Then, Dude and his underlings (one of which looked like Hank Hill's dad, the other like that guy D.J. Qualls) braced for what they felt sure would be an incendiary explosion of rage, complete with demonic eyes and Kung-Fu grip.
What they got was an understanding plumber's stepdaughter understanding there's nothing these guys can do any faster, and in the long run I'll be much better off with the new unit, I just need to wait it out. They were so visibly relieved, HMDude began offering to set me up with box fans if I needed, or anything else to help me. I waved them off confidently. No, no, I'm fine. I marched all day in 108º heat, I'll be just fine.
I hear you all chuckling, so I don't even have to tell you what came next. Whoever stated that the hottest part of the day is noon has apparently not had no A/C in Austin at 4 p.m. I put it to you that it is hotter at 4, because everything's been heating up and cooking all day. I sort of passed out on the bed with a fan directly on me until after sundown, and began to open windows. And of course it's still 74º outside, which is still 8 degrees cooler than my apartment. This couldn't have happened on one of those fabulous warm in the day, cool at night weeks we have that make me want to sleep with my windows open. Damn ground floor apartment.
The upside is that this has killed my appetite. Food sounds disgusting, and cold water is the best thing ever. However, I'm barely mustering the energy to type, so I'm not sure I'm actually burning any calories. I have a whole list of house stuff to do that I can't seem to swell up the energy or desire to do. But I know I handled this better in Waco when I had less "insulation" and my apartment was hot. Damn Amy's Ice Cream.
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