This house hates me.

Tonight, Tasha remarked that it was warm in here. I was feeling rather swampy myself, so I went and checked the thermostat. 80 degrees. Air conditioning on. PROBLEM.

I went outside to find the unit was iced up from the unit to the house. I turned it off, allowed it to de-ice a bit, and found that the insulation on the pipe was crumbling. I called TroubleFree to come and check it out, but they said they wouldn’t be able to make it until Monday at this rate.

I decide to head to Menards to get some fresh insulation for that pipe. The previous technician had told me that it was good to keep that in order, so I figure I’d at least try to fix the only thing that I knew about on the damned thing.

About one minute after driving down the road, my cell phone rang. It was TroubleFree, asking me if I lived next to a hard of hearing old man. I said I did, and he told me that he heard my address come across the dispatch and told them he was coming there anyway, may as well save an additional trip.

Turns out I was 3.5 lbs low on my freon. $268 dollars and two hours later we were good to go. The guy recommended running it for an hour or so with just the fan running, which would ensure that if the core was iced up it would return to working order without issue. Its already feeling MUCH better in here, and honestly I was expecting it to be a LOT more expensive than that.

I’m beginning to think this house hates me!