Something about our central air is totally effed. It's like our system is blowing air out our vents through a straw. I've been all over the internet studying up on furnaces and whatnot in hopes that I don't have to put my pregnant wife through any more 79-degree days inside the house.
Unless I have a break-through tomorrow while she's at work, I'll be calling in a dude and paying him whatever it takes. Meanwhile, feel free to call or comment with your well-meaning but probably unintelligible (to me) suggestions. "Crank the Johnson lever to 12 or until the torque equals the compression." Thank you very much in advance.
I did change the filter today, which made me feel like a dad. All I need is a daughter so that I can demand that she help even though I don't really need it. "Danielle, come down here and hold the screwdriver for Daddy. Bring Daddy's special pop." That'll make all these infuriating repairs fun.
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Ours did this when I was eight months pregnant last summer. I feel for Julie. THIS summer we figured it out, we needed a new thermostat. Sounds silly and yes, it took that long. Don't do that to your wife. Call for help.
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