Yesterday I cleaned. It had gotten to that point where if I didn't clean, it would subconsciously stress me out until I would be forced out of my laziness. Plus I had spent 3 hours cleaning my parents' house that morning after the fun fourth party, so I was in the swing of things. I vacuumed, mopped for real (that means with Mop N Glo-- perhaps the first time using a mopping product instead of just water and a washcloth since moving in 3 years ago), dusted, laundered clothes, changed sheets, scrubbed the tub and counter tops and sinks. I was sweating.
So after a lazy, sleeping-in morning, I decided to tackle the dusty fan blades. Not sure what possessed me to do this, or the ironing of some great napkins that brother brought back for me from Mexico, but I rolled with it. Awkward to have a vacuum on a chair with you while reaching for the fan blades. Nonetheless, success and I'm quite thankful for being tall today. On my way down the hall from one room to the next, I noticed my dusty A/C vent. Vacuumed that. Thought I should perhaps replace the filter, since who knows when that happened last. Struggled for days with the old fucking screws to unhinge the thing, eventually stumbled upon a new filter, replaced the old and was singing praises for about 5 seconds until I second-guessed the proper installation of the filter. The direction of the air flow. It sucks air from inside! Arg. Checked the package. Yep, had it wrong. I had replaced it the way I found it. I grumbled out loud, struggled with the fucked-up screws again, turned it around, with the "arrow toward the direction of the motor," and I think more air is coming out of the vents. Has it been working harder to cool/heat my place for the past long-overdue-to-change-the-filter period of time? Here's hoping my energy bill is less.
Oh, and just in case you're imagining me cleaning to the tunes of the awesome music I own, I was not. Fox 26 terrible weekend matinees. mm hm.
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