As if life couldn’t get any sillier at our house (general financial strain, a recent increase in our health insurance premiums, Bill’s stressful financial job, my lead limbs), we woke two nights ago to the sound of one of our air conditioning units completely fizzling out. And of course, this was the newer of the two. The rest of the night the older, on-its-last-legs unit sputtered out cool air as we hoped it, too, wouldn’t croak.
Last night we trekked to Walmart and got a new unit. Doesn’t it always seem like these kinds of annoying jobs need to be done when it’s 95 degrees and 95% humidity? Never in the spring or fall, when it would be easier. I think back to before we were married and how we did the same thing out of necessity at my old apartment. Guess necessity is what gets our butts moving!
I’m happy to say that we now have a new, functioning air conditioner, and I’m thankful that in New Jersey, the heat wave is usually just a summer experience. Just like in other aspects of life, it could always be better, but it could also be much worse.
