It’s that time of year…
Aaaaand here we go again. Seems as though today’s mid-40 thermostat reading means only one thing for my building—it’s time to wake up the beast…the boiler.
You remember, the heater that only the building controls? So while it’s 40 degrees outside, it’s a sweltering hotbox of stagnant heat inside that can’t be turned off with a wrench because the pipes will freeze and your Magnum P.I. Super knows you messed with the valves so he bangs down your door in the middle of the night to tell you to uncrank them…and you try turning on the A/C but something about running it while it’s snowing outside is absolutely absurd so your only real solution—and I italicize real because I often question how any of this is really happening—is to open the windows, which sucks out all the moisture in the air so it hurts your nose to inhale, so you have to buy a humidifier to reclaim balance, but then that thing gets all moldy so now you’re investing in de-molding gadgets to toss into your ‘fier and by the time you’ve figured it all out it’s spring again.
Yay New York.
