Our furnace kicked the proverbial bucket on Monday. It breathed it's last warm, raspy breath sometime around 5am. The new furnace can't be installed until Thursday so we've been living with a space heater following us around the house. What's really freaking me out is that we only need the space heater for comfort. In Alaska, if a furnace went out this time of year it became a matter of life and death (or at least a few bursted water pipes). It just seems wrong to not be tempting fate with this lack of heating thing. I guess I just need a near death experience to make me feel at home.
| December 14, 2005 09:58am | 
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