We fired up the fans overnight and, in the morning I gave it another try. Sure enough, it came back on. I left the house feeling okay - although I was not sure what had happened.
Later on Sunday our air conditioning guy came by. Bad news and more bad news. The compressor is failing. The Ravishing Mrs. TB asked what our options were. Not good, was the reply: we have about two months (possibly) left. Replacing the compressor was, in his opinion, not the best option: it would extend the life, but we would probably be back where we were in not too short order. His recommendation is replace the unit. Price tag for that runs between $4000 and $6000.
Not really the Sunday I was holding out for.
It makes a certain amount of sense, of course: the unit is the original one that came with the house so it is approximately 21 years old. And units (where we live, anyway) get quite a workout during the hot season, which seems to run between as early as April and as late as October. It was really only a matter of time.
The options are not great. We do not precisely have that amount of money just sitting there, ready to be used for such a thing (although our budget has already gotten another round of scrutinizing). First the first time in a long time, I am confronted with something I cannot neither pay for nor readily fix.
My solution, for it is worth, is two fold. On the first hand, economize where we can and hope the unit makes it to the end of October - if we make it that long, we are good for six months (and a lot can happen in six months). On the other hand, in a tall order of exercise of faith, I am going to pray for a new air conditioning unit. I have no idea how God might work that out but that is His business, not mine - and I have learned over the years God can move in ways that I never would have predicted.
I wish I had something more upbeat, and of course in the scope of things this is not the worst thing in the world - we still have so many many blessings. It is just the sort of thing that gives you pause for a moment and wonder (all worldly like, of course) "Did I do something to merit this?"