We have the AC guy coming this morning, Frank thinks the compressor is staying on too long. Only an obsessive engineer would notice things like that. So he left me his gun.
No, I am not going to shoot the AC guy, although if he tells me I need to replace the AC I would probably would think of doing it. It is a temperature gun.
Frank has been walking around for days shooting temps from all the ceiling vents. It looked like fun. So when he left this morning, I shot some temps.
My Earl Grey tea
and interestingly, McGee.
I kinda like the gun, it is p-r-e-t-t-y fun!