So, furnace is "unfrozen", if that was the problem, and still not coming on. It now will kick on when you flip the switch and blow glorious air for about 15 seconds, then shut off. (When you are sitting in a 85*F room with the humidity close to 70% it is all you can do not to cry when it stops running; especially after a night of no sleep.)
The dogs are quite displeased by the whole thing. Poor Booker is a panting fool. Chewie crawled (squeezed) under the bed last night and proceeded to whimper and pant until about midnight. I finally got them up and took them to the dining room where the sliding door to outside is and left the door open so they could come or go (from hot and muggy to just as hot and muggy). I gave them their bowl of water with (bonus!) a tray of ice cubes in it. Chewie proceeded to pluck the ice cubes out one by one, trot them back to where he was laying, set it down, run back to get another, and so on until he had them all out and surrounding him. Then he started crunching and guarding. How DARE Booker think he would get even one of The Chew's cold squares!
I drifted in and out of having my eyes closed but never quite sleeping until 6:30 when we went back to bed to make sure Craig got up for work. Craig is putting the big window A/C unit into the living room so the dogs and I don't melt. We'll be calling the repair guy today, I guess. Sigh.
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