Too cool for school
It's almost the end of the semester, and also that in-between time of year, weather-wise. Last week it was beautiful and sunny, hitting close to 70 degrees every afternoon. "Isn't it beautiful?" people would comment. Shoppers would encourage me to "get outside and get some sunshine" while I grimaced in reply. See, it was an oven inside the bookstore, I felt myself puffing and glazing over as the days wore on. The thermostat was hovering around 80 degrees in my office, and our air conditioning was having its annual breakdown. Mild relief was found by leaving the back door off the loading dock open while I was in the office. The open door, of course, posing a slight security risk; the greater risk coming in the form of giant, furry horseflies, lazy, sun-stunned bumblebees, and one overly curious squirrel, who thankfully left peacefully on his own accord. The one window that opens near the register provides blasts of warm air with no hope of cross-ventilation. I hate feeling surly and put-out when it is so lovely, but I simply couldn't enjoy it. Add to that my car was due for a freon-refreshing visit, and was a hot little sweatbox all the way home.
I was therefore, floored and overjoyed to come back from lunch yesterday to hear a familiar rumbling noise in backroom. Yes, they came and fixed the a.c., Dave assured me. I decided to wait for 24 hours of full functioning HVAC action before celebrating. That time is now --- and I'm freezing. The fog was thick coming into YS today, headlights cutting through the grey air even at 10 a.m. The air is only working on a continuous run, instead of cycling, and is slowly working it's way under 70 degrees. Ungrateful, I know. I just need to bring a sweater back to work and remember to take my lunch outside. And pray that the repairs keep 'er chugging through July and August. I'll be grateful then, I promise.



