By Monday morning it was pretty clear we weren't getting any heat.
He was worried he'd borked our furnace, but when the guy came to look at it on Wednesday it was (luckiky?) that a part had failed.
Wednesday was ALL teh adulting! So we were able to discover our tax return just about covers the cost of fixing the furnace. That is big, though, since I don't think we have gotten money back yet this century.
Plus, our house was warm by the time
lilbluegnomeo and Mike D came over for tacos and Alhambra. 