Last week, our bedrooms were warmer than usual and the thermostat read 83 degrees. A little too warm. Mike cranked it to 76 and by the morning it was 76. I thought it was nearing the end of our dear AC so I called the air conditioner guy who advertises on our preferred radio station--the classiest commute in the metroplex ;) They could come out that afternoon.
I took the kids to the gym and came home to a freezing house. I turned the AC to 79. The house was soon comfy and cancelled the appointment. Our AC was going to make it one more summer.
And then the weekend came. On Saturday as it got warmer outside, it heated up in the house. By bedtime, it was back to 83. I got out fans and the kids slept in the coolest bedroom, ours and I 'slept' in the family room with Spanky. I was not a happy camper at church.
I started trying to figure out how we could pay for a new AC unit. I wondered how much my right kidney was worth but remembering my left kidney was badly damaged thanks to a childhood infection, I decided against it. Mike decided to try putting it back to 76. And the AC kicked in and the house, once again cool.
You could actually hear our AC chanting I think I can I think I can I think I can.
On Sunday, it slowly got a bit warmer but despite the 104 degree temperture, clouds started to appear. The sun was not visibly melting everything in sight. It showed a chance of rain. The house remained comfortable.
And now I wait, we wait....to see if our AC will hold on for just one more month to take advantage of the winter AC sales.
I think it can. I think it can. I think it can.