No, I am not referring to the honeymoon.  I am referring to the lack of air conditioning.

Technically, the lack of central air conditioning.

Last Wednesday, ST noted a strange vibration coming from the air duct.  While I couldn’t hear it at first, I was adamant that it got louder and more frequent through the night.

AC people were called, which was good because by the time ST got home to meet them the AC had stopped running.

Diagnosis, $$$, etc.  We found a place where we could buy the parts at $$$/3, but couldn’t place an order for next-day air (HA!) shipping online.

Thursday and Friday were pretty miserable.  No AC meant not crating the dog.  I’m sure we haven’t found half the works of art he left around the house.

Saturday, the parts came!  ST fixed it all up, checked it was cooling, and high-tailed it to the old apartment.  This was our last weekend on the lease and we still had a lot of unwanted furniture there.  (People of Tampa, you missed out on some great furniture.  Do you not craigslist?)

He removed all by the loveseat, which was going to a sanctuary friend, in record time and beat me home.  I got a call as I was heading south on the Veteran’s expressway.

“Brace yourself.”

“What?”

“It’s 86 in here.”

I immediately did what any sane person would.  I turned the car around.  Not, however, to flee town and never return.  To return to another sanctuary friend’s house and pick up the window unit sitting in her garage.  She had mentioned it when I was bemoaning the whole ordeal earlier in the day, but at the point in time I thought the matter had been fixed.

You should get some sanctuary friends.  They rock.

I got home to find ST knee deep in AC parts and cats that were starting to evolve sweat glands.  He’d got a call into a repair man (NOT from the original company) who was supposed to find his guy who could diagnosis over the phone.

With the window unit in the bedroom and strategically placed box fans in doorways, the place started to cool down.  After a half hour ST was agreeing that we owed my friends dinner, dog-sitting, and sexual favors.

I can’t imagine what we would have done otherwise, because we didn’t get someone out here until yesterday.  (Albeit, we were much more docile with trying to schedule someone when we knew there were people out there without kick-ass sanctuary friends who keep random window units in their garage.)

So, that’s been it.  We deed indeed get married on Friday.  But I will save the story for another post when I have time and no migraine kicking my ass.  I just wanted to get SOMETHING written this week.