The rain it raineth every day

(Of course, if it was raining, I wouldn’t have this problem.  I would have others of similar kind, but not this one.)

I got home today to discover that the big exhaust fan on the air conditioner isn’t spinning.  From the unit’s sound, the compressor is turning on OK, but the fan’s failing to join the party.  It’s 85° F. in the house right now.  Only a limited number of windows on our house have screens so we can even contemplate opening them for cross-ventilation.  For a mercy, all the bedrooms and the living room have working ceiling fans.  Call is in to the A/C company, but it’s late in the day on Friday.  They may not return it until Monday.

(ETA:  A/C contractor’s man was out here within the half-hour, replaced the compressor’s exhaust fan, checked the Freon level (it was all right), went away, promising a bill of $200 to come (not bad at all).  Thank you, Wansley Refrigeration; the house is beginning to cool off now.)

And then day before yesterday Moon served me a hearty helping of “fuck off and die.”  I suppose I can stop working on the cross-stitch piece that I’ve had intermittently under way for her for several years now.