We thought it had been knocked out by a recent storm, but it turned out our unit was just old and ready to die.
And DIE it did.
I was getting ready for work today, and by the time I did my hair and put on my make-up I was dripping sweat (the hair went flat, and the make-up slid right off).
I believe I screamed something like, “I can’t live like this!” about five times, increasing in volume each time.
My dear, sweet husband (who kindly tolerates my frustration at heat and humidity) let me sob on his shoulder. This resulted in soaking his shirt - not from my tears, but from the freakish amount of sweat pouring out my overworked glands.
Of course, news of an AC crisis is not welcome at any time, but especially not this week which the overly-excited meteorologists are predicting as “the hottest week of summer yet.”
So, we are having to shell out an outrageous amount of money (akin I’d like to believe to selling our souls) to purchase a new unit. An expenditure of this magnitude would (again) not be welcomed at any time, but especially now – with Brett still unemployed – it is wicked inconvenient.
When Brett called to break the news, I was kind, sweet, supportive, and said what every good wife would say in this situation.
“I’m going to my mother’s.”
And, indeed I am.
Just as Mom and Gary have lost one houseguest (my Aunt Linda), they are gaining another one (me). Actually, Mom was exceedingly gracious when I asked if I could stay with her for a couple of days.
She said, “Did you think we’d get lonely without Aunt Linda?”
Then, she said, of course, I was welcome to come and stay with her and agreed I can’t show up for work looking like a sweat hog. Which is actually a rather generous term for what I look like in the heat and humidity of northern Illinois.
Mom also had the brilliant suggestion for us to move the bunnies to the basement. The poor things are practically panting with the heat, even though we have two fans on them and have replenished their water bowls with ice.
So, my husband is reverting to his bachelor status and becoming a single bunny parent, at least until Friday – when it appears Pearson may (no promises…they say) come and install our new unit.
I promised for better and for worse, but no one said anything about heat!