End of the Dry Spell

I haven't had much to blog about lately. Things have been very quiet around the house, and there haven't been any crazies on the metro in the morning. Both of those things changed today.

Yesterday we noticed our A/C wasn't blowing. The house was really warm, and though we could hear the thermostat click over, no air was coming from the vents. We turned off the A/C, and planned to call maintenance in the morning. We've been lucky weather-wise lately, so it's pleasant enough to just open a door and let the breeze in. Besides, the cats love the fresh air tinted with all those nature scents.

This morning at 3:20 our smoke detector went off. Now, for those of you that've had the privilege of waking in this fashion, you know it's not all that great. Ed and I lunge out into the living room, expecting the house to be ablaze and find....nothing. I'm standing under the smoke detector in question, and I notice that my shoulder is awfully wet. I look up and see a growing droplet of moisture—the smoke detector is peeing on me!

The A/C, which is upstairs, directly over said smoke detector, evidently defrosted enough during the night to start leaking, and it appears as though there isn't a drain pan for the A/C, or the apartment folks have bypassed it in some way. Then the A/C thawed, the water ran down through the wall and into the smoke detector, setting it off. We called the emergency maintenance number, and maintenance showed up about 20 minutes later. They just disconnected the detector, and said they'd be back to assess the damage during normal working hours.

Maintenance showed up this morning at 10, as promised, but found that the A/C was still partially frozen. We're going to have to wait until tomorrow to get resolution.

So, I'm late getting to work because of this, so I don't actually leave for the train until about 10:30 or so. I get to the Metro Station, and it's PACKED. There are tourists EVERYWHERE. This is the first official weekend of the Cherry Blossom Festival, and the gawkers have shown up en masse. Kids screaming, parents on their cell phones (yelling when we go into the tunnel, because duh, when the signal drops, all you have to do is scream to be heard!), strollers in the aisle, and so forth. I don't want to think about my commute home tonight. It's going to be awful.