Tuesday, November 23, 2004


The air conditioner to the house died this morning. Nathalie called to tell me that the thermostat in the house is reading 80 degrees, the vents are blowing lukewarm air, and that she's fleeing to Starbucks.

Sure 'nuff, I sneak out of the hospital to go investigate and the evaporater and condenser units are just sitting there, buzzing loudly, complaining and making no effort to cool the house. No amount of switch flipping, cursing, and smacking the unit did any good.

Yes, it's 2 days until Thanksgiving and it's 80 degrees in New Orleans. I have a hard time believing it as well.