Due to neverending electrical issues, our fancy split A/C unit is installed, but still doesn’t work. (We now need to have Con Edison come out and update the meters. Something you’d think our idiot electrician would have mentioned earlier than 5 pm before the July 4th holiday wknd! Even our HVAC guy was annoyed at this development.)
The heat index in Brooklyn is currently 103 degrees, and the only AC we have on this 900-square-foot floor is the tiny window unit and a ceiling fan, while this stupid expensive 23,000 BTU air conditioner sits unused, practically taunting me. Did I mention I’ll be six months pregnant in a week?
The third floor is even hotter, although we do have a larger window unit in our bedroom upstairs and I am considering shutting myself in, cranking it up as high as it will go, and going to sleep at 7:30 pm.
It’s too hot to cook, too hot to move, and I start dozing off every time I sit down in this heat. I have to work from home tomorrow to accept a hardwood delivery, and I am dreading it. I never thought I’d be so dependent on A/C, but pregnancy has done a number on me.