I came home from a trip to Santa Barbara on Sunday to get a poof of 92 degree stagnant air in my face. So, after work today I stopped by OSH and bought the last pair of fuses they had, got another roof key, popped the old ones out (the AC man only replaced one of the old ones – not both) – put the new ones in – and hoped for the best. Appears to be working so far.
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