Friday: Home from work. Dinner prep begins. 60 degree default thermostat setting feels COLD. Argue with self over saving money/New England Yankee/cheap/cold/warm. Decide I can splurge and turn the heat up.
Turn the heat up. Listen for furnace. No fan noise happens for....30 seconds? I check the thermostat. The house temperature is 52 degrees.
Mr. E flips the circuit breaker. We inspect the furnace. Dead as a smelt, as they say up North.
Call emergency service. Man comes out. Broken fan. (Damn the engineer to all perdition who decided to save money for the company by making the fins out of plastic rather than metal.) No fix tonight, 50/50 chance of finding the part Saturday morning.
We were to leave for NYC early Saturday morning. Mr. E had professional commitments. The instant I saw the thermometer at 52 degrees, I could see how this would play out. I cancel my train reservations. (Amtrak f*ckers deduct $16 if you opt for a refund.) Mr. E waves semi-gaily at me the next morning as he motors off.
Repair guy comes to replace fan. By noon, I have heat.
I invite a friend over for dinner and spinning. (Bless you, friend, you were the bright spot in the universe this weekend past.) We finish dinner. We are spinning. Through the floor, we hear a horrific racket coming from a machine in the basement. I race downstairs. Yes, it is the furnace. It sounds like a broken fan (*RATTLE*RATTLE* of plastic parts hitting each other). I turn off the furnace.
The forecast is for 22 degrees Saturday night. Joy. Friend leaves when hands are too cold to spin happily. I wish I could have joined her.
Huddle in bed, cold, wearing every fleece garment I own. Sunday morning, repairman finds fin of old fan in new fan, rattling around. Removes fin, blows out pipe it inexplicably lodged in, and puts it all back together. Heat. Blessed heat.
No pipes froze. I did, part of the time. My trip to NYC was gonzo. I resisted peer pressure to hop on the Saturday evening train, and bop off to the city. (Did I have a feeling it would die again? Probably.)
Survivor finale. Denise wins. Any of the final four could have won, and I would have been happy. I still love Survivor.
I wake up this morning to a world of ice. Beautiful. Treacherous. (Full sentences unnecessary today.) Hawthorne berries, trapped.