One reason I'm always creebing about the air conditioner being on is that for our budget's sake in the fall, winter, and spring we manage to keep the bill down to around $60-$70, despite having the television on all day for Bandit. Certainly our house doesn't present that glowy Thomas Kincade look! At night unless someone's using another room, the den is what's lit up. But once the A/C goes on the bill triples. So it's really a relief not to have to turn the thing on until early May and a big relief to switch it off in late September.

We'd planned this year to turn it on for the two/three weeks jokingly known as "the Atlanta Pollen Festival," specifically while the pine trees were breeding, since with the attic fan on all that nasty yellow dust gets sucked right into the house. Instead...well, we've had to turn it on because it's too bloody hot!

It isn't the day temperature that's the problem, either, although to me anything over seventy is pushing the limits of sultry. It's the night temperature: if it isn't under 60 degrees it's sultry and still in our second-floor bedroom. And although the Weather Channel keeps claiming it's going under sixty for the past two weeks, I haven't seen one night where it was cool enough to be able to sleep without the attic fan roaring like a department store cooling system right outside our bedroom door.

----------------------------------------------------------------
. . . . . noted and logged by Linda at 2:10:00 PM

Comments: Post a Comment