Flying too close to the sun

It seems I angered whatever spirits oversee the machinations of evaporative cooling here on this planet. In the days since I proclaimed triumph over the Mastercool, the thing has sprung leaks in no fewer than three places, broken a valve, and had its cover torn off and flung about the roof by a 50-mph gust of wind. As if I had nothing better to do this weekend (grant proposal due Monday) than climb back up on the roof, sunburn my toes, and get grease all over my arms.

Someone told me once that some people pay other people to do all this for them. That sounds like an interesting idea; perhaps one could undertake a study of how to obtain goods and services without having any actual money of one’s own.