The dehumidifier I had was one I essentially inherited. I didn't really know its vintage or provenance. (Pretty good word, huh?)
Maybe I had a bad attitude around it, or, since it's a dehumidifier, maybe my humor was too dry. Whatever, the stinking thing quit working.
Meaning, just like that I had to get a new one. So I went and got one. I got the biggest capacity they had, plus the one with the lowest temperature allowed, something like 42 degrees instead of the usual 65.
65 is ridiculous. Because if you use your air conditioner at all, which I do, of course in the basement it's going to dip below 65. But I hope this 42 degree one can get the job done without being too finicky.
Boy Leg's comin', hide your heart, girl
