A Hot Spell
We’re in the middle of the first really hot few days of the year. It’s 86 degrees and almost 9 p.m. This is my favorite kind of weather. Except today has not been my favorite kind of day.
After a long day of work that I mostly spent fretting because it looked like the problems with our car are problems with its head gasket (read: I had a panic attack over the lunch hour; update: it’s not the head gasket, it’s two fans that need to be replaced and will cost us a little over $100 to fix). I came home from work mildly satisfied because I suggested that we push our education committee meetings back to every six weeks and my committee decides it would be better to do it every two months. There sits Kyle who looks super hot and defeated. It turns out, our air conditioner isn’t kicking on.
He called a friend of ours — Greg, the guy that basically turned into our lead guy during the re-model. Greg came over and started troubleshooting the problem. After he called in a friend of his, they traced the problem to a break in the electrical line and fixed it really quickly. So it’s cooling down in here and that feels pretty good.
And I need to spend a little over $100 instead of getting a new head gasket for $1500 or a new car for .. you know .. more.