The week of the monster.
I am a fan of all things retro, and generally I hold the belief that things were made much more sturdily in past eras. That said, I learned this week that even a meticulously maintained old furnace can be churning carbon monoxide into your basement, and that beneath the attractive teal painted metal may lurk an inner hull of corrosion.
So this has been the week without heat, and the week of feeling constantly unsettled, the week of freaking out about not being able to afford even a fraction of a new furnace, the week of celebrating that our home warranty covers much of it, and now the day of staying home, freezing my dupa off, huddled in my bedroom w/ pb&j and diet pepsi, bundled up next to the space heater, able to do nothing but look out the window and look at the interwebs as the workers tear down the old and install the new.
On Monday I was thinking, wow, I am getting quite caught up. Then the universe started laughing hysterically.
I am very happy we are safe, however, and glad that living without heat is not a regular thing for us. I am hoping to at least get some reading done later today, before the kids get home. We may all want to spend the afternoon in snowpants. Right now I feel like a sulky teeenager moping in her room. When the heat goes on (fingers crossed) later today, we'll rejoice.