I am tired, hot and exasperated.
Tired because my day started out very early in a very jarring fashion - with a fire alarm at the hotel.
So there were, my boyfriend and I, trying to get dressed, get our dog leashed and walk down a whole buncha flights of stairs just a few hours after we went to bed last night. Our poor pooch didn’t know what the heck was going on - he was little freaked out at the stairs to nowhere at first (this is a dog that refused to go up or down stairs in our house for weeks when we first got him) but he eventually made it down and into the hot, humid morning air with us.
I had hoped to sleep in a little on our last morning in the hotel, and though that didn’t happen, I was still excited to go home. We’d gotten the call from the utility company that the lights were back on in our house! We packed up, checked out of the hotel, and headed to our house to drop off our bags and our puppy, and then go catch an afternoon baseball game at Nationals Park.
We walked into the house. The electricity was on, but the temperature inside the place was 87, according to the thermostat.
I went and checked the controls. The AC was indeed on. Air was blowing through the blowers. Unfortunately it was not cool air. The temperature outside hovered at around 92. A five degree differential was simply not going to do.
We called a repairman, who came out and checked the system, and proclaimed it to be working perfectly. He said that because the house sat powerless for three days in scorching heat, the bricks and walls were really hot and it would take more than 24 hours to cool it down. The house will be cool by Monday, he said.
To me, that sounds like total crap - I’ve been in hot houses, like when my family went out of town for a week and turned the AC off while we were gone. It was hot. And when we got home, we turned the AC on and guess what happened? It got cool!
He said the real cooling would occur in the nighttime hours. It is now almost midnight, and it is still 78 degrees in the living room, and the bedrooms upstairs are at least 10 degrees hotter. This after days of living like a refugee and not being able to sleep in my own bed since Tuesday night. I’m home, but I’m hot. And I’m exasperated because I just want this friggin’ nightmare to end!
If it is any warmer than 70 in this joint when I wake up in the morning, the air conditioning company is getting an early morning wake-up call from me. This @*% is bananas.
Oh, and it’s supposed to be near 100 degrees tomorrow. Awesome!
