got someone in sunday. got it fixed. meanwhile, everything between was miserable. saturday night we camped out in the basement with the dogs, coolest place in the house. i had an ice cold shower before bed, stripped down, tossed a blanket at the edge of the couch in case i needed it later that night. eventually, i did, the temperatures finally falling to the low 20s, the night air cool against my skin. i had trouble falling asleep. read a few dozen pages of a stephenson novel before i finally started to drift.
sunday morning i found my youngest dog curled up tightly against my chest, snoring. he was warm but i didn't mind. the weekend was awful, but at least that wasn't.