Heaven knows the number of DIY fixes I had performed on my furnace.
My neighbor as well as I were enjoying iced Dunkin Donuts Latte on her front deck when both of us saw the beach home services truck. She had told me she was expecting someone, even though I never thought it was the HVAC serviceman. Before he parked as well as left the car, I asked Tracy if her state-of-the-art heating unit had a problem because I assumed the guy was there for heating repair. She told me that her geo heat pump was okay, but it was due for heating repair. I was shocked because I only called the heating corporation when I was ordering a new a/c filter or if the a/c had an issue. The HVAC duct in my home was cleaned once in the eight years I have lived there. I also ran tests on the duct sealing because why call a professional when you can buy duct tape. It is what I kept telling myself, even though I knew the lack of professional input would cost me a lot more. Heaven knows the number of DIY fixes I had performed on my furnace. I had also mistakenly assumed the HVAC tech was a man, but the person who left the truck was a lady. Tracy also had an impressive digital control component that she could control from her phone because it was WI-FI enabled. Tracy was typically in the feel about the heating industry, especially on new technology. When the tech finished, both of us gave her a drink, even though she declined because she had a long afternoon of labor ahead of her, even though she did accept the piece of pumpkin pie that both of us wrapped up for her.