Working from home today, ensconced in teeny third bedroom/office with two dogs, one of which smells like the inside of a gym bag. Soon the A/C guy will be here, and I will have to close the office door to keep Gym Bag in here with me. I think I'll live.

It's a little cold to be checking out the A/C, which means it will get colder still in here. Have coffee. Have donned sweatshirt. Have opened window. Damned cold.

Glad it's Friday.

A/C has been PM'd. I was concerned for naught, apparently--tech said the unit is in great shape. He said that what really helped preserve it was the square of fencing--complete with gate--that Dad set up around it after it was installed. Dog urine apparently plays hell with A/C units, corroding the coils. IIRC, Dad learned that lesson when we lived in a rental years ago--the landlord split the cost of a major AC repair with us, and the reason for the repair was corrosion caused by dog urine.

My PSA for the day.