I came home from hanging out by the river with my cousin yesterday (there is nothing quite like a sushi picnic) to 83 degrees in my apartment. It was miserable. I immeadiately called the emergency maintenance line. They told me they’d be by first thing in the morning.
Now, I may be the self proclaimed countess of Texas, but, I do not like it hot. At all. I normally sleep with the temps around 70. At 73-76 I have a hard time sleeping. It was 83 in here last night. Miserable was an understatement and doze would be an overstatement.
The guy comes in this morning and tells me that my a/c has frozen up. Probably due to low/leaking freon. (btw, they just replaced my filter and added freon a month and a half ago) Anyway, he had to turn the heater on to melt the ice on the system. It worked and got even hotter in here. So then he turned the air back on. What a relief to have cool air blowing.
I literally jumped for joy. By the time I got home from church it was a refreshing 76 in here.
It’s amazing how the little things, like air conditioning can make or break our days. I’ve been struggling with chaos and turmoil and stress for the last week and a half. Instead of dwelling on it though, because it is temporary and self defeating, I’m going to try and post about the little things that are good.
Like my a/c getting fixed.
Or packing my books away alphabeticaly…but that’s another post.