Okay, the heat has abated somewhat (though it’s still too warm for my tastes), but now I still have the ginormous AC unit sitting in the middle of my living room, with my sofa sort of shoved into the kitchen and rug bunched up in the corner. This has been the case since last Thursday, and neither Mr. Henry nor his formerly-nice-but-I’m-starting-to-suspect-she’s-evil secretary Fran has given me any indication of when my apartment will be restored to normal, or even when further messing-up is to begin. If I don’t get an answer out of them by Thursday, I may auction the central unit off on eBay and get myself a window unit with the proceeds (against condo rules, but so is non-maintenance of the property).