It was a beautiful morning, sun beating down and hot already but glorious outside without a cloud in the sky.
My plans? Skiing all day, yes, sun and fun.
I went for my morning run, hot and sweaty came into the house to find it was hot and muggy. Mom and dad were fiddling out in the kitchen with coffee in hand. Opening the refrigerator I casually mentioned it was hot. They passed it off as “you just finished running”. So I grabbed my water and headed up to change my clothes. It was hot and I knew it, I ran every day so this is not normal. I decided to go check the thermostat. The one upstairs was set at 72 and the temperature was 72 and felt ok but a little muggy. I went downstairs to find the thermostat set at 69 and the temperature was 80 and was on auto and the display was showing all was ok. Dad looked at the thermostat, thumped it a few times, switched switches, went down to check the fuse box and finally determined something was wrong. He called our HVAC serviceman and set him on duty. He said one of our air conditioners is broken and the cooling would be affected until we would be able to buy and have a serviceman replace the unit. Ken the HVAC repairman had been doing his job for 40 years and was a small rather unhealthy guy that frequently let out gasses, and I’m sure they were probably unhealthy to smell all day too. He noted that our ducts needed to be cleaned, had things blocking them and some of the return vents which were not safe.