Perfidious Fates

There is nothing in the world that I like better than coming home late at night, tired and sunburned, and finding that the AC has mysteriously stopped working. There is a sublime joy in standing in the mud, navigating a bleak, black night with a flashlight, and trying to figure out if there is anything wrong with the unit. It makes you pine for time before modern conveniences, a time before people had any reason to expect anything more than discomfort and suffering from life. If you've never been pampered, you have no idea what you're missing, right?

Maybe it is mere wishful thinking, but I think the problem is with thermostat. The display is dead. Neither the heat or AC will work. The only control that functions is the fan switch. If you switch it from "auto" to "on" it'll kick on and start blowing. I pried the face off the thermostat and found the reset button. That didn't do anything. There is a place you can put in two AA batteries to serve as what I presume to be a back-up for the thermostat, so I shoved in a couple and nothing happened.

We've had a shit load of rain this week. I guess this is to compensate for the last couple of months of drought. My guess is that:

1) the thermostat was fried by a power surge (lightning or otherwise),
2) water shorted out the line the thermostat, or
3) mice ate the wire to the thermostat.

I checked the breaker box, but none of them had been tripped. All the clock and appliance displays were flashing, so I know the power was knocked-out at some point.

The only thing in my favor (aside from the fact the Devil Queen was not full of raw sewage) was that it was relatively cool last night (upper 70's). The humidity sucked, but it wasn't too bad.

Anyhow, I'll be calling Julian Electric to come and check the bloody machine.

Homeownership, the joy of joys.