the spare

Yesterday morning the A/C went out. Laney called the repair guys to fix it and lucky for us, they said they’d be able to stop by and fix the problemo the same day. We would have about a 5-6 hour wait before they arrived but I thought “no biggie, we can hang”. I learned very quickly just how significant a role A/C plays in my life and how thankful I should be to have it. By noon, the cats, who are usually curled up in their favorite positions throughout the house, were sprawled out like Gary Larson’s boneless chicken farm, desperately touching every square inch of cool vinyl floor. I had awakened to a wicked case of corvette-cramps and the ensuing heat was frying up my last nerve (no A/C + cramps = evil). I started worrying about the computers, my acoustic guitar, the pets, my sanity…the paranoia had set in. I decided to make a shower to cool off. It worked, but only for about 15 minutes, then I began to feel the perspiration drip from my forehead again and I was back to square one. Luckily, the repair guys showed up soon there after and switched out the bad capacitor (flux?, heehee…) Within a half hour, cool, sweet air was circulating and the kitties, the dog, Laney, and I came back to life. And just in time. Another hour and I woulda been out of marbles!