You know how when you move, nothing seems to go smoothly? Yeah, that is the best way I can describe recent events. Our truck was too small, fees out that wazoo doubled the quoted amount, we still aren't done getting everything over to our new house, I hurt my back and now our AC is broken.
It was broken yesterday but someone came and claimed to fix it. My house was almost 90 degrees - they didn't fix squat. I looked for the "emergency number" on the property management website because they claimed all over it that one exists - it doesn't. I have been calling every hour since 6 a.m. when my house boasted a temperature of a balmy 81. It's supposed to be 98 degrees today and I am currently on the front porch because it is cooler than being inside. In central Florida in August, that's saying something!
Granted, I managed to clean the kitchen, clean my bedroom, fold two loads of laundry and start another all before I was completely drenched in sweat and ready to die. I'm trying to stay optimistic but honestly, I just want to flop down on the floor and have a fabulous cry. I can't though - Pokey wants to wring their necks and so that means I have to be the collected one. I'll cry when it's done.
For now, I'll focus on the cool breeze while it lasts, my coffee and being thankful for a laptop with wireless internet. Hopefully this afternoon, I'll be thankful for a working air conditioner.