The great heater debacle

Last night around 9:45 I walked by our digital thermostat and it blinked off. Poof. Almost like the thermostat didn’t want to look at me. Hubs removed the face & replaced it just in case the contacts weren’t being made and the readout came back on. It slowly crept down to 69 degrees before we realized the heater hadn’t kicked on.

Shivering and wrapped up in a blanket I ordered hubs to go take a look at the furnace in the attic. He smelled gas and the furnace wasn’t working. So we went through the routine of shutting it down – turning down the thermostat as far as it will go (that’s 40 degrees Fahrenheit by the way) and turning it off, running downstairs to flip the switch on the circuit breaker, running back upstairs and into the attic to shut the gas off.

We waited 15 minutes for the gas smell to clear, reversed the above steps & waited for the furnace to kick in, in the meantime I got ready – purse & keys in hand, shoes & jacket on, dressed in my finest leopard print pj bottoms & old long sleeve shirt – and waited by the door just in case the house decided to explode…

Yes, I was afraid the house was going to explode. You all may laugh now.

But it didn’t. The furnace never kicked back on and we shut it all down. Thank God for space heaters…

Hubs did get it working again this morning. Turns out he wasn’t flipping the right switch to get the power to the furnace. He called just a few minutes ago saying that it’s been running fine for 2 hours now and it’s only gone up 2 degrees… poor guy’s frozen…