Day One Hundred and Seventy

The Temperature Culprit

It seems as the days go by, more culprits make themselves at home in our one bedroom apartment. Growing pains would be a suitable description of our first few months of marriage. Turns out that learning how to "grow up" is a tiny bit harder than we'd expected. First, it was the episode with the fruit flies, then all the yuck clogging our shower drain, then the sneaky caterpillars crawling through our door, now, and possibly the worst of all, a faulty air conditioning unit. Bugs we can deal with. Stink we can deal with. But no air conditioner? How about NO! In the past week, we noticed the temperature in our apartment slowly creeping up. Every night, Adam was using one less blanket. And every morning, I was getting increasingly grumpy while doing my hair. Many times, I found the only reasonable place to chill my face was in the freezer. Yes, the freezer. Finally, it was getting overwhelming. It's been in the upper 80s this past week, making the whole "good wife who prepares dinner" the most unbearable part of the day. Good for our sanity, Service America showed up and saved us from our muggy misery. The picture above shows what makes up your thermostat. News to me! What was wrong with it, I can't remember. He told me and I sort of just shook my head like I knew what he was talking about. And in all actuality, his sentences were complete gibberish. I just thought it was interesting that our comfort is controlled by this small switch board. But it works now. He fixed the thermostat, changed the air conditioner's filter, used a vacuum to remove some gross stuff within the unit, and then left us with a perfectly chilled home. And now, I'm sitting under a blanket, freezing my butt off.