Yesterday, on what was the coldest day of the season so far, the heater in the house started acting wonky and not putting out as much heat as it should. This morning, Mrs. Bill called the gas company to have them come out and take a look at the heater to make sure we weren't going to go up in a big giant fireball, and they found that the burner had a very large amount of rust on it and in the jets, so they turned off the heater and told us to get ahold of a repair man ASAP.
Mrs. Bill called the landlord this morning and spoke to his wife about the situation, and we got a repair man out here with a quickness. "Handy Manny" cleaned out all the rust and soot out of the burner, and got things fired back up. Before the repair guy got here, it was 9º F outside and 50º F inside. Awfully hard to type with numb fingers. Right now, though, the temperature inside the house has risen to a balmy 52º F and the feeling is beginning to come back in my fingers.
Where's that global warming when you really need it?
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