Brrrr. . . .

Yesterday morning our furnace decided to stop working. Actually I'm quite pleased that it decided to stop working THIS weekend because it usually chooses to quit during frigid weather. Since it wasn't too cold yesterday, we managed just fine overnight. I did have to put on socks, and Chad was nearly completely under the covers this morning. It was 58 when we got up for church this morning. (We normally keep it at 64, so we do like it on the cool side.)

It had dropped to 54 by the time we got home from my parents' house this evening. Now we've got the gas logs burning in the living room. We've lived here since 2000, and this is the first time I've seen the logs lit! They're really pretty. We've managed to get it up to 60 in here, so maybe I won't feeze while taking my shower.

The furnace guy comes tomorrow. Woo-hoo!