Lori reluctantly drew her attention from the cable-entombed pebble gray cabinet.
She had just finished redecorating the Coldwater Canyon condo she plus Tom had once shared.
The doorways were now framed by ionic columns stopped with broken pediments, plus the neo-Roman furniture was upholstered in white canvas. The light gray walls served as a background for first-century marble sculptures, French torchiere lamps, plus a wall-sized surrealistic canvas of a supersonic jet flying through the center of an enormous red peach. At first, she had adored the new decor, but now she had begun to think so much neoclassicism was too cold. The one thing she should have second guessed was her choice of getting a heat pump. She had visited the heating dealer earlier in the month plus consulted with the Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C tech, plus they both agreed that the furnace was the best heating device for her home. The home already had existing air duct; all they had to do when it came to the conduits was duct sealing. Lori also asked the Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C serviceman to replace the digital temperature control with a Wi-Fi-enabled one. All these swings to her condo plus her Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C system were not inspired by frequent heating repairs or insufficiency on the other unit. The machine was okay since she had ensured annual heating service, but simply because she had to find something to do with her time. The Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C felt like a necessary addition to the makeover. The condo service would also replace the heating technology. Thank heavens the heating industry had something; otherwise, she would not have an excuse for the high-priced venture, especially since her ex-fiance was paying for it.