It was 9 degrees outside when I got up this morning. A couple hours later, I started thinking it was awfully cold inside, too. I glanced at the thermostat and then peaked outside to the pipe that should be spewing smoke when the furnace is on.
It had icicles on it.
We just had the furnace inspected for winter last month. Fat lot of good that did. I called the heating company. Thank goodness for that service plan that I hate paying for but am afraid to give up. Because of that, a repairman was at the house within the hour on the coldest day of the year. But that's where the good news ends.
It took about three hours to figure out what was wrong. It took another three to find and install the replacement parts.
And 60 seconds to clean out our emergency fund. $819.
I know, I know. I should be happy I had the emergency fund. Sorry, I just can't find it in me to be happy about spending nearly $1,000 two weeks after Christmas. Bah, humbug.