Coming home to a heated home is no fun

Tuesday night I was supposed to be hosting for friends for a celebration of cocktails and dinner, and every so often we like to get together and just share some friendship times, I absolutely appreciate that I have friends that like to do this, as I find that working all afternoon makes it more challenging to find fun things I like to do doing.

I was looking forward to cooking our chicken, asparagus, plus potatoes, when I got home I discovered that it seemed awfully warm in our house.

I headed over to the thermostat which hangs in the wall, and that is when I discovered that the thermostat was reading 83 degrees! I do live in the southeastern portion of the country, and let me tell you most of the Year here it is quite hot. We have not yet reached summer, yet, though oh, and I absolutely don’t ever expect for my home to be 83 degrees. I had set the thermostat to 73 when I left that afternoon, as I consistently do before I leave for work, however I knew something was wrong. I had more than one option. I could call my friends and tell them that our air conditioning was on the fritz and awe would have to do our dinner another time, or I could try to have a great time with our friends even without AC, however of course, not only would we not have the HVAC running, I also would be running the oven and the stove, so it was more likely to be even hotter here than what the thermostat currently reads. I absolutely thought those were our only more than one options, so I called our friend Jennifer first. I was quite overjoyed when Jennifer said we do not have to cancel, we can just have dinner at our place. I was so enthusiastic with Jennifer because normally people do not like to switch our celebrations at the last minute, as oftentimes our houses are not exactly clean all the time, but coming house to a thermostat that reads 83 is no fun, but having friends like Jennifer that you can count on is just fabulous