All my bitching about winter bit me in the ass at 4:30 this morning. Our furnace conked out. It started making a loud thumping sound and spewed oil fumes throughout the house. I dug out the space heaters, put one in the living room, one in the dining room and one in the pump room off the kitchen (see last night's post). I called the oil company and left a message for help, then went back to bed. They called me at 6:30 and said the guy would be out in about an hour and a half. By eight thirty, the thermometer part of the dining room thermostat read fifty degrees. The guy showed up around noon, replaced the filter and the nozzle and it fired up fine. Now it's back up to seventy and I'm ready to sit my ass down and watch six hours of football. I'm going to make fried pepper sandwiches with marinated red pepper strips and slices of fresh mozzeralla cheese on onion rolls for the game and open the bottle of champagne left over from New Year's and get stuffed and stiffed. I hope you have as much fun this afternoon as well.
peace.