from phone calls, g-chats, text messages and emails, i have received, it has become quite clear that the suspense of not knowing what happened with my air conditioner and whether it's fixed now is killing america and bankrupting detroit:
in our last episode, we had just discovered that our new air conditioner didn't work:
mara guessed that my lack of desire for cold air was the burdensome cause of the broken unit. WRONG! in fact, i wanted cold air so badly, that i was about to leave c.b. forever and go live on mara's couch:
but before i could make a break for it, i decided to do the midwestern thing and help c.b. pack up the stupid machine to return. we removed it from the window, but decided to give it one final try prior to sending it back:
the stupid extension cord was broken. so, we plugged it in directly, and....IT WORKED!!! blessed cold air came streaming out and onto my sweaty face:
it was a miracle near 30th avenue, and i owe it all to jebus.