Ode to the Air-Source Heat Pump
By Samantha Bresler | Fri, August 23, 13
In the distance, there is a soft humming of a compressor, the ticking of its meter, and the whirring of the fan. The warm blanket of air envelopes the room. The small metallic grating in the wall glints with polished cleanliness. The faint scent, the very aroma, of money saved in your wallet perfumes the room.
Sweetums seems much less scary now that I’ve met the monster called mold.