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We're in the middle of a heat wave warm stretch here in Seattle. No worries: the Devil Girl House has a heat pump, i.e. a bidirectional air conditioner. The trouble is, my office is in the loft, whose floor is on the same level as the HVAC mini-split and on the other side of an obstructed railing.
I figured out last year that if I want to cool the upstairs, I need to leave the mini-split's fan on its highest setting. So what on earth was I thinking yesterday and the day before, being needlessly warm up here?
I swapped on-call shifts for one this week because of course I was scheduled for one over Folsom weekend. It's not the best, but it's been worse.
Oh: happiness is getting a sweet message from a charming, attractive, "heteroflexible" woman whom you've only ever seen wearing latex.
I figured out last year that if I want to cool the upstairs, I need to leave the mini-split's fan on its highest setting. So what on earth was I thinking yesterday and the day before, being needlessly warm up here?
I swapped on-call shifts for one this week because of course I was scheduled for one over Folsom weekend. It's not the best, but it's been worse.
Oh: happiness is getting a sweet message from a charming, attractive, "heteroflexible" woman whom you've only ever seen wearing latex.
