My husband asked me to go up in the attic today. I thought he had some “spice up the marriage” ideas. Doesn’t the phrase, “and then he had his way with me amongst the rafters” sound awesome to you?
Turns out I wasn’t going up there with him, but rather, instead of him. Apparently he had some sort of traumatic attic childhood experience at church. No, not that kind of traumatic experience. This was a Baptist church, not a Catholic one.
Anyway, something about water coming out of the secondary line from our air conditioner, which meant the primary condensation drip line could be clogged, blah blah blah, bad thing, blah blah, water pan overflowing, blah, blah, water coming through the ceiling onto his computer desk, blah blah, thousands of dollars in damage, blah, blah, blah. Before I climbed up, however, he showed me a training video, so that I knew what to look for.
I poked my head up into the attic to scope for spiders and other scary monsters (cue Psycho music):
Eek! That was kinda scary, so I took a second look but this time using the flash:
Ahhhh, that’s better. I called for my tennis shoes, gloves and a flashlight and went in to investigate. If the tray under the A/C unit has water in it, that’s an indication that the primary line is clogged and you need to clean it out.
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