I realize that climbing into a hot attic was not something he relished but I did not for one moment care.....no, I'm sad to say. After thirty minutes of searching, cussing (that's a Texas slang), a banged up knuckle or two, this is what was causing the problem....
I don't know if you can see it but it's a capacitor, says Cowboy.
Here's the conversation that followed..
Me: What's a capacitor?
Him: it's a .....blah blah blah
Me: I don't know that all that means honey.
Him: I saw your eyes glaze over.
Me: Can you fix it?
Me: Of course now!!!!
Him: Well, I'd have to replace the capacitor.
Me: Ok, do that.
Him: it's 4:00 in the morning.
Him: There are no stores open at this time of the night, woman!!
At this point I'm beginning to see why cool air is not in my immediate future but am unwilling to admit anything to the contrary!!!!
Me: what's it going to take to get this thing going?
Him: a long-suffering sigh...I can fix it by noon if I can find one of my electrician buddies.
Me: Noon! Ok, fine!
Him: he didn't say anything but eyed me suspiciously.
I went outside to the storage building, in my nightie with my trusty flashlight, pulled out three box fans, went into the sitting room & surrounded myself with "warm" air.....not ideal but doable....all because of a little $15 part.
I don't know what Cowboy did because I couldn't hear a thing over the noise of the fans.
The morale of this story: you're going to have to give me a few days to cool of before I can think properly. I think my brain was fried!