At some point yesterday, the A/C for the front of the house froze up. When we finally realized this, I killed the A/C, made a mental note to go get a new air filter, and moved on.
I decided that even though it was about 85° in the front, I’d still sleep upstairs – the ceiling fan still worked perfectly fine, and I didn’t have a problem “roughing it” without A/C. We are in the middle of storm season after all, so there’s not telling when I might have to do it again, sans-fan. A little toughening up / mental prep won’t hurt.
Bea chose to sleep downstairs on the couch, in the splendor of conditioned air.
I got a little better of an air filter and installed it and also left a message on the A/C guys’ voice mail. He was supposed to come replace a redundant overflow-type switch about 8 months ago, so I’m wondering if he hates me or just is kind of a dick.
Anyone have an A/C guy?
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