brrrrr

When Daisy got me up at 4 AM to go outside, I thought it seemed rather…cold in the house. When she got me up again at 6:30 AM I thought it still seemed rather…cold. I checked our handy-dandy weather station and sure enough - it was cold in the house, to the tune of 57 degrees. Fanfreakingtastic.

I called CU (naturally, he’s not here), climbed up the ladder to see if we had hot or cold air coming out of our vents (cold), crawled up into the attic to see if the pilot light was on (couldn’t tell), then came back downstairs to find a local York heating system authorized serviceperson. He’ll be here this afternoon. When I told him I worked out of my house, he said he’d try to get here sooner.

In the meantime, I have the fireplace on and the dogs are bundled up in blankets. The fireplace has raised the temperature two degrees in here. Much more, and I’m going to have to change into shorts! Ha! Sorry…the sense of humor is always the first thing to freeze. If it gets too bad, I’ll pack up the dogs and drive around for awhile.

Part of me thinks this is God’s way of making me work today…the faster my fingers type…the warmer I’ll stay…right?