Pant

I'm beyond thrilled to report that yesterday, at the beginning of a record heat wave that is making the entire country sweat and has killed several people, our air conditioning went out again. We had a very unrestful evening last night, no one slept well at all. Ian, my ever-increasingly odd child, gets angry at us when we run his ceiling fan, so last night despite the fact that he was dripping sweat in his bed we did not turn his fan on. After he fell asleep I snuck in there and turned it on, and I had no sooner climbed back into bed when he started yelling at us to "Turn. It. OFF!" I think I'm going to borrow my cubicle fan and put it in his room tonight. Maybe he'll let that run and not make a sopping wet mess of his bed again tonight.

The repair guy could not make it out last night, but he promised to call Scott first thing this morning and come out to take a look at it. It's coming up on 1:00 pm and we have not heard from him. I'm starting to lose my patience, and I'm also starting to document all of these phone calls and repair visits so that when we have to make our case to the home warranty company that this has gone on too long, we'll have good notes to back us up. I really should have started doing that a long time ago.

My dearest friend in the world may be leaving me. Her husband has a potential job offer in Tucson, and the company is flying both of them out there this weekend for the personal interview. I'm heartbroken, but I know she has to do what is best for her family. I worry about her, though, because they don't know anyone there (at this time) and she will no longer be close to her family. She would be a SAHM, which might further isolate her, and of course I would not be able to visit all that often. I hope that, whatever they decide, it turns out to be the best for them.

So here's to cooler air and better times.