It’s 5:30pm on Sunday. What’s that puddle in the hallway?
Oh shit! The air conditioner is dripping! That can’t be good. Quick â€“ turn off the clothes dryer and the other heat sources in the house. Turn up the ceiling fans!
Thank god for home warranties. I can place a service call 24/7. Should I call them or use the website? Definitely calling â€“ this is an emergency.
The polite call center worker submits my order to dispatch and informs me, â€œSomeone will get back to you within 24 hours.â€
24 hours?! It was over 110 degrees today! What are you talking about 24 hours? I want someone here now! The operatorÂ says it can take up to 24 hours, but sometimes dispatch responds within 5 minutes. There’s only so much she can do from behind her screen, probably in the midwest somewhere. She thanks me for not yelling at her.
Thank goodness we’re past the worst of the heat for the day. Will we have to stay in a hotel tonight? I hope not, but just in case, I find a dog-friendly hotel on Bring Fido. Rosie is priority number one. I can take a lot more heat than she can, than I would ever subject her to. Wasn’t there a guy who opted not to use his A/C for a year? I’d never ask Rosie to do that.
I have appointments tomorrow. I can’t leave Rosie at home. I leave a voicemail at the vet which is also our kennel.
How did people live in Arizona before air conditioning?
It’s 6:45. The sun’s going down. It’s only 85 degrees in the condo. We’ll be ok tonight, but tomorrow Rosie’s going to â€œcampâ€ until the A/C gets fixed. She’ll have a temperature-controlled indoor kennel with extra bedding, playtime, and puppy happy hour.
It turns out the soonest I could get an appointment is Wednesday morning. It’s so weird to be home without Rosie. I don’t mind that I’m covered in sweat. Spritzing my head and shirt make it more bearable. Hopefully it will only be one more night before I’m relaxing under the gentle whirl of the air conditioner and Rosie laying at my feet.