What a day

Man. When I woke up this morning, it was 60 degrees in my house. I was like "Wha?" I have the thermostat set at 68. So of course I checked to make sure the heater was on. It was. "Oh shit!" I ran down to the furnace and sure as shit, the fires were out. First thought "I paid the bill right? Yeah, I know I paid the bill. Did I pay the bill??! Of course i paid the bill." Yes, I had indeed paid the bill. At first glance, I thought that the water heater pilot was out as well. So I called the gas company. I ran the water in the kitchen sink, hot water VERY hot water. Hmmm... OK.

Back down to the basement, water heater pilot is fine and is now running. Gas man shows up like 2 minutes after I called. He checked the furnace, and said that the pilot wasn't working right and that something called a thermocoupling needed to be replaced. OK....called a heating and cooling place. Line was busy, so I called a different one. No problem, "Someone will be over today." About 10 or 15 minutes later, they arrive. Pilot needed cleaning, and thermocoupling was replaced. $70.00 Not as bad as I thought it would be. One of the guys "Daniel" asks "Are you just moving in? Or are you selling your house." Odd question, or maybe he is just trying to make small talk. I said "We are selling." So I told him the story, with the 8x10 color glossy photographs with the pictures and the arrows on the back of each one explaining what each one is to be used as evidence against us.

Anyway, I asked "Do you know someone who wants to buy a house?" He says, "My wife and I are currently looking." "Oh really. Well, do you want a tour?" "Sure!" he says. So I gave the 5 cent tour. He seemed really enthusiastic and kept making comments on how 'he really likes this, or how great that is'. Then he asked if he could have a flyer. I of course obliged. So I don't know if anything will come of it, but it was encouraging nonetheless. I took my shower and began to get ready for work. Puttered around a bit, made the bed loaded and started the dishwasher.

Now it was time to start the car, so it can warm up for the drive to work. I get in and put in the key. 'Click' "Oh no" 'Click" "Shit!" 'Click" "SUNNOFAFUCKINGBITCH!"

Called Beau. He didn't know what I should do either. So I pulled all the fuses from under the hood. Looked at them, and put them back. One more try, just because. Turn the key. Vroom!! A miracle! It started.

OK...off to work. It's snowing like hell, turn on the wipers. The wipers work, but no contact withe the windsheild on the drivers side. Pull over, futz with the blade. Wipe off the windsheild. Back on the road. Still no contact. Go about a mile. Pull over again. Futz, wipe, drive. Damnit!! OK....one more try. Pull over, futz, wipe, drive. OK.....seems to be better. Finally get to work almost 10 minutes late. I had started my car at 12:08. It takes 12 minutes to get to work. I was due to start at 1:00. You do the math.

OK...get to work. Help to put together a display. Snowing REALLY hard now. Get a call from corporate offices. "Go home at 4." Due to the snow. OK....start the car at 3:45 to warm up for the drive home. 4:06 leave the store. Wipers are still OK. Whew. But roads are totally untreated. Scary, hairy, nervewracking drive home. Arrive home at 4:57.

The point of this little story?? I should have stayed in bed!!!