I didn’t write about this when it happened because I was preoccupied. All I can think is that there must be some evil in my past that I’m being repaid for.
A couple of nights ago, with the outside temperatures at -12° F, I woke up at 4:30 and immediately knew that something was wrong. The furnace was running but the house was freezing.
Yep. Along with frozen pipes we now had a broken furnace. Enough to give a guy a complex. I’ve always felt smug having a backup source of water and a backup source of heat. Neither one are that fun to use in real life, but the wood stove and frost-free spigot are truly wonderful to have when they’re really needed.
I closed up the doors to the living room and got the fire going to a cozy 74°, while the rest of the house was a very uncomfortable 54°.
Fortunately for us, the furnace repair guy was ready to roll and had us back in business by the afternoon. A faulty logic board.
After experiencing both of these fun little parties, I’ll suggest that if you get to choose one over the other, pick hauling water. A cold house is truly miserable.
I’ll stop complaining. I really do appreciate some little conveniences much more than I did a week ago.