I twisted on the last wire nut and flipped the breaker. The five-ton package unit immediately dropped the temperature of my man-cave/garage from 107 to 79 degrees. The commercial size blower expelled a torrent of wind that pushed what little hair I had straight back and pulled at my cheeks as if I were in a skydiving free fall. There’ll be no more hot, sweaty, weekend projects at my house...because, now...I can do all those little jobs in my man cave/wind tunnel. In South Texas there is no such thing as too big when it comes to air conditioners.
Eat your heart out Tim “the tool man” Taylor.
Dear Lord,
Forgive my complaining about the summer heat.
I'm certain you will hear less of that complaint now.
I must remember not to complain about the electric bill.
Thank you, Lord Jesus, for all my many blessings.
Amen.
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