That’s a Seinfeld joke. (No soup for you! Who watches Seinfeld?)
In this case, it’s no furnace for me. The furnace part came in today, and the electrician braved my road to come out here with it. Only to find…… That another part is not working. Which might or might not be in tomorrow.
And so I keep loading wood into the wood stove. It’s going to be 5 degrees tonight. This house has single-paned windows and little to no insulation, as things go with little old houses. I will survive. Morgan is not here. I sent her away days ago. I sleep with the couch pulled in front of the wood stove, waking up every few hours to re-load it because it’s too small to hold enough wood to make it through the night. It’s cold upstairs. It’s cold downstairs, actually.
This too shall pass….