I have been awake since about 2 a.m. I got up around midnight to turn the AC down. It was 78 degrees, and the thermostat was set at 77. I thought it was odd, but I hoped that the AC would kick on soon, because I had turned the thermostat down to 74 degrees.
Two hours later, and nothing had happened. I fiddled with the thermostat some more, but with no expectation that the AC would kick on. The AC has not kicked on.
Wait, that's not true. Strangely, around 4:45, the system did kick on, but no cool air (or air of any temperature) came through the vents. And then, 5 minutes later, the system shut off, as if it had done its job and could rest.
And yes, I see the metaphor here. How often am I resting, thinking I've done my job, but having moved no air through the vents?
Of course, it's hard for me to rest, as the house gets more humid, so I just went ahead and got up. I knew I had lots of grading to catch up on, and so, I did. I also did some laundry. I played with an idea for a poem--I started with a negation of a line, "The heart is not a lonely hunter." I can't decide if the poem has potential, so I'll put it aside.
Am I being the AC right now, thinking the work is done, but needing to do a bit more? Have I not even done the work at all?
It is November. I am trying not to think about the fact that it is November, and I am still having to think about the AC. But at least tropical storm Eta didn't circle back around and hit us again.
It is November, and I am feeling gratitude about a tropical storm. And it is November.
November.
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