I’ve been without air conditioning for three days.
Hopefully, my broken air conditioner will be fixed today.
The bag of frozen peas on my foot is helping to keep me cool.
Do I have to explain?
Can we just leave it at, “I’m a clutz and I shouldn’t try walking
in the dark ever?”
Or should I tell you about being out in the dark, at night, and a car coming straight at me suddenly and quickly,
And how I managed to push/shove Fred to safety before falling flat on my ass in the middle of the road?
And then, of course, if that were all true …
It might have been followed by an embarrassing encounter with the driver of the car who stopped to see if I was alright.
“I’m fine,” I might have said, as I tossed my hair like a sexy, nonchalant, vixen.
(Acting as if I always sit on my ass with a bloody foot, in the middle of a dark road, at night, while my
pony giant dog towers over me, lovingly – but worriedly, drooling.)
Isn’t that what most people do when a car unexpectedly drives down a road at night?
Anyway, my air conditioner is broken!!
I’ve been doing my best to keep Fred comfortable and cool.
I live in a canyon and it gets very hot here …
Much hotter than it does at local beaches.
I’m pretty sure my air conditioner breaks every single summer.
(And, yes, I have updated the units themselves.)
Thank goodness it isn’t AS hot as it was a few days ago.
But, hello, it’s August in Southern California!
Hot is hot.
(Since I work from home there is no going off to a nice air conditioned office.)
When I called to schedule a repair I was told the repair folks are crazy-busy and couldn’t make it out for three, way-too-hot, days.
Apparently, everybody’s air conditioning units break every summer.
Keep your fingers crossed they’re able to make the repair today.
Being hot all day makes me cranky.
I guess I should be grateful for my bag of frozen peas?