Sometime during the night on Sunday, our furnace went off.
It was finally fixed by 4 p.m. on Monday--by that time the temperature in our living room was 52 degrees.
As you know from earlier posts, I hate the cold.
Monday was miserable to me.
I stayed in stores some of the day and drove around with my car heater on high.
Finally, by bedtime, it was 68 in the house and all was well.
Cold is COLD!!!
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