Redaction

I hate to do this, but I have to redact anything that I have ever said before in my entire life...  Perhaps not so extreme, but I will tread upon a subject that only yesterday I was already cringing at.  But only for a second.  I am not a wizard...  And I move on to explain without using any magical terms. 

The house I live in has four air conditioning units.  I am the sole user of one of these units since I am currently the only occupant of the upper floor in this said house.  This unit cools the room I sleep in, the room I work in, for they are the same room.  And now the room I sweat in.  Sad but true.  I hear the air conditioner, but I do not feel it. 

There are many serious implications for this predicament that I do not wish to go into in print.  But I will tarry for a moment in this realm hoping that it might alleviate my frustration... The long and short of it is that my mom took care of these matters before her death and no matter how hard I try, I cannot seem to manage them now.  Twice the mechanic has come by, working hard, and leaving with the assurance that all was well, and twice have I sat in anticipation to feel a cool, artificial breeze only to be disappointed.  I can imagine what God's intention might be in all of this.  If anything to get me to stop making wizard jokes.  Or to remind me of what I do not fully grasp about my mom's death.  She is gone, but His love did not die with her.  I just want the a/c to work.  I failed my goal to have five complete bags today.  Instead there are just two, and maybe I don't want to finish the others.