Apparently I’m Meant Never to Have A Vacation

This past weekend was pure bliss. Three full days of hanging out with family, going to the beach, and completely forgetting about the rat race. And when we returned home the powers that be made me pay for forgetting.

The drive home was peaceful, we may have made one small wrong turn but with a map we were quickly back on track. Even the sky was participating with the most amazing thunderstorm.  Driving on the Eastern Shore reminds me of driving in Montana because you can see for miles and miles. Entire vistas are opened, allowing you to watch a whole storm move across the black sky. Bolts of lightening illuminated the clouds; liquid mid-air explosions.  I wished the whole way that my camera was not a) in the trunk, and that b) it would actually allow me to take a picture from that far away.

Reality came crashing back like a ton of bricks upon arriving at  home. It is never a good thing to walk into the house to find the inside several degrees warmer than the outside. The house was a sauna. The poor cats looked up at me with expressions of misery, and I’m sure that if they could unzip their fur coats and run around naked they would have done just that. Rushing upstairs I found the thermostat blank. Nothing. Nada. Big Freaking Fat Goose Egg. NOTHING. No readings, no numbers, nothing what so ever.  After switching it on and off a couple of times it came back on, but the fan didn’t. A very BAD sign. Eventually the fan kicked in but no cool air was coming out. We opened the windows, turned on all the ceiling fans, and hoped that some of the hot air would escape.

It didn’t. It just sat there. And so did I, because sleeping in sheets wet with my own sweat is a personal hell for me. I didn’t sleep a wink last night. I’ve been up since 7 am on Sunday. Gah. I even tried to use freezer packs to cool myself off. One should not be able to lay those things on your legs and neck and not be bothered by the stinging cold.

Luckily the air conditioning company is coming today to look at it, until then I’m going to squeeze myself into the freezer.

Oh and according to Apples and Bananas, DCist, and Captial Spice Anthony Bourdain was in town this weekend filming an episode of No Reservations.

Figures.

Apparently this is life’s way of telling me I can never go on a vacation. Ever.

[Update: 3:00 pm - they showed up and fixed the thermostat, and the AC is officially working. Thank goodness!]