Heat Index Part Deuugh
Mon, Jun. 22nd, 2009 12:47![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
jarissaI mean, "Deux".
Friday night at the late showing of Night at the Museum 2, I developed the worst migraine I've ever had. This rather screwed up the weekend plan of "go say goodbye to Darling #1 Husband's aunt"; we still made it up on Sunday to see her, but by then she was so far gone that I don't think she knew we were there for more than a few moments. Meanwhile, when I woke up on Saturday our air conditioners weren't working -- we have one for each floor, both units over ten years old, and we knew the upstairs one has a slow freon leak but at this point last year, we could close the upstairs bedrooms and occupy the still-cool downstairs living room until the nice repairman from A-1 Service was able to solve our troubles.
The house cools down as low as 70 at two or three in the morning, but upstairs is usually over ninety during the day, and downstairs around eighty-five.
So now the dogs can't sleep very well, the cats are super-grumpy, the portable fans are running all night long, my right leg is cramped up from knee to ankle, and we've got to survive this until Thursday. At least Thursday. It depends on what the repairdude says, and on what we can afford.
Auntie F was a CPA; I know she will sympathize with our frustration, but I also know when she got done patting us on the shoulders she would say, "Life happens. Have a nice time at my wake, and then go on with fixing your troubles." And she'd be more interested in our attempts to solve our obstacles than in commiserating that they popped up.
Friday night at the late showing of Night at the Museum 2, I developed the worst migraine I've ever had. This rather screwed up the weekend plan of "go say goodbye to Darling #1 Husband's aunt"; we still made it up on Sunday to see her, but by then she was so far gone that I don't think she knew we were there for more than a few moments. Meanwhile, when I woke up on Saturday our air conditioners weren't working -- we have one for each floor, both units over ten years old, and we knew the upstairs one has a slow freon leak but at this point last year, we could close the upstairs bedrooms and occupy the still-cool downstairs living room until the nice repairman from A-1 Service was able to solve our troubles.
The house cools down as low as 70 at two or three in the morning, but upstairs is usually over ninety during the day, and downstairs around eighty-five.
So now the dogs can't sleep very well, the cats are super-grumpy, the portable fans are running all night long, my right leg is cramped up from knee to ankle, and we've got to survive this until Thursday. At least Thursday. It depends on what the repairdude says, and on what we can afford.
Auntie F was a CPA; I know she will sympathize with our frustration, but I also know when she got done patting us on the shoulders she would say, "Life happens. Have a nice time at my wake, and then go on with fixing your troubles." And she'd be more interested in our attempts to solve our obstacles than in commiserating that they popped up.
