Fresh Air, Part 3

It's my fault, really. When Robin asked on Saturday, after the tech guy did his thing, if we should put in the air conditioner still in its box, waiting for the bedroom one we've had for 20+ years to finally give up the ghost (it's been teetering for about a decade now), I insisted it was no hurry. Well, last night it just didn't seem to be cooling. So today was the day, which we didn't really need as (1) Robin has work to do and (2) the temps are really not conducive to such a major operation. But, long story short, it's all done now, Robin's absolutely amazing, I helped very little (basically got a few things out of the way so furniture could be moved, then restocked my bedroom bookcase afterwards), and we should be comfortable again this evening. The rest of the week we both concentrate on work, with tomorrow being my first day back in the "cursed" Manhattan office and Robin taking his rightful place at his drawing board.