... and into the fire. Our first two days in the apartment, and apparently the blower for the AC died. It got up to 89 degrees last night in the living room before the sun finally went down.
The repair guy showed up at 9:30 this morning (Sunday) and let himself in because Kandie and I had gone to the gym and the kids were just getting up. Scared them a bit. I think he realized that it was a bad idea for him to be in here with them, so he left. But Sam texted us and we rushed home.
It seems that whatever he did is working, because it's only in the high 70's now in the apartment.
I'd really like to get to either the McNay or the San Antonio Museum of Art this week. We'll have to see which one we can manage. The kids voted thumbs down for that idea, so it will have to be just Kandie and I.
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