Cold

Sunday afternoon the furnace that heats our home tapped out. Not completely, but the ignitor got snuffed out. What that means is our house was 43 degrees this morning and has only been able to heat up to 55 degrees this afternoon. On a normal winter day, we'd set the heat to 69 when we're awake and 59 when we're at work or asleep. It has me given me perspective about how much energy we use to be comfortable--and how little insulation this house has.
We've got plans to cook stuff all night, to keep the stove running, to try to heat up that way (and by "we," I mean "C"). I borrowed a space heater from work, and we've taken turns hanging out in front of it. I mean, we're not so desperate - our water heater works, we have lots of clothes and blankets, but it's so inconvenient.
After one more night enduring such meager hardships, the repair-person will return with the correct part and fix it.
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In other news, I really want to buy an IRO (bike) that's for sale for a really good price in my town... Gonna go check it out later this week if it's still available. Trying to not get my hopes up. If I DO buy it, I'll be selling my bike soon. Heh. Stay warm