So, so cold.

So I'm sitting here waiting for the guy who's going to arrive to fix our furnace, which stopped working at some point in the middle of the night. Nothing like waking up to the sight of your own breath turning to icicles in the air, I'll tell you what.

Anyway, I was panicked all morning and convinced that just as we're heading out we're going to have to fork over our kidneys in order to get a new furnace installed. (The word "furnace" is looking weird to me. That is the right word, right, for the gas heating type thingy in the basement? Furnace furnace furnace. It just looks weird.) But then I spoke to one of the parents at Henry's school, who told me the same thing happened to him yesterday, and it turned out it was just some sediment that had built up in some kind of coil thingy (I know all the technical terms), which of course meant no new furnace and also a very cheap bill.

Needless to say, my relief was enormous (not that it means that this is what's wrong with our heating thingamabob, but I'm choosing to believe it is, so shhhh) and so I proceeded to make out with the poor, surprised parent, who was all "what" and "uh" and "I don't think" and "would you please." Secretly he liked it. Anyway, my point is, Scott, I'm sorry you had to find out this way, it didn't mean anything, and also I'm pretty sure if you had been there you would have joined in.