The Youngest and I returned to our hotel room for lunch, crossing paths with My Husband and The Eldest.
“The Maintenance Guy said he had to put the air on heat to thaw it out, but he really doesn’t think it is frozen”, Husband relayed. “He said the thermostat is in the wrong place. We ‘re going to the pool”.
As he left, I inspected the air conditioner. I immediately thought of how my eternally cold friend Lexie would approve of the setting.
At least the fan is still blowing a Beaufort 4.
