This was the best early summer So Cal has ever had. June gloom did it’s job, and even hung out for the beginning of July. But slowly the temperatures crept up and suddenly we were blasted yesterday with temperatures ten degrees higher than predicted. Yep, it’s summer. And lucky for us, that is exactly when our a/c which was never good in the first place, took a bad step with it’s arthritic legs.
I awoke hot yesterday morning. I’m not hot when it is 72 degrees, which is what it should have been. And it was hot all day, the indoor temperature, once I started monitoring it, never dipping below 80 degrees. It’s too hot to cook. It’s too hot to clean. It’s too hot to do anything.
Last night we slept with ice packs. And by morning it was a crisp 77 degrees. (We had the thermostat set to 68 last night, in high hopes.) Today I’m calling the landlords. It’s so hot I’m not even worked up about giving them a ring. I don’t care how mad they get that they have to spend money. I don’t care that they think I’m trying to rob them of their lifelong savings. I don’t care about anything.
I’m going to call them, and then I’m going swimming. If you need me, look for three little boys and one hot mama. (and I don’t mean hot to be attractive.)