I noticed this morning, while waiting for the coffee to brew, that I wasn't cold. This is unusual because Joe's sleeping temp is well below my comfort zone. I thought maybe the thyroid meds were finally doing their job and I was "normal" -- that is, not shivering at about 76 degrees. Had some coffee and, as usual, warmed up. 30 minutes later, I was even warmer. Uh oh. Checked the a.c. Yup. It's dead.

Luckily, the better half was planning to be home today before any of this happened; he has been saddled with the unpleasant task of arranging for repairs. Tomorrow, we'd planned to both be home before hitting the road this weekend. If it isn't fixed tonight, we're planning to take the dog with us to a hotel. Not the most auspicious beginning to a long, holiday weekend.