We returned from Ohio Sunday night to an 84 degree house.
Except it never cooled off.
After a somewhat sleepless night of stressing over the cost of a new unit, I met the lovely HVAC man around 9:30 am, he recharged the freon in my 25ish year old unit, and I went on my merry way to work with the compressor humming.
Then I got home to an 84 degree house (It was 81 in the morning, in case you're curious).
Today is Wednesday. Today I met another lovely HVAC gentleman. He thinks our unit may have been hit by lightening in the storms that came through Monday. Our compressor is blown and not repairable. I am sitting on our pull out sofa in the partially below grade den with a fan blowing on me right now. It is 92 out and 85 in.
OF COURSE our unit can't make it through what is shaping up to be the hottest summer on record when we are (halfheartedly at this point) trying to sell the house.
Luckily, Princess Charming will be home tonight and is installing our window unit in a bedroom so I can sleep decently, and without sweat, again.