This is no way to start a weekend!

Last night when I climbed in bed I heard a horrific sound that shook the entire house. I poked the hubby in the arm and asked "What IS that?" to which he replied "I don't know." and just laid there. So I ran downstairs and down into the basement to locate the sound. It was the heater. It was vibrating and groaning like it had become a portal to the underworld and all of the evil spirits were trying to pass through at once. Well, that's what it sounded like to me anyway.

Every time it tried to kick on it erupted with this awful wall-quaking sound. I had no choice but to turn it completely off. So I went upstairs and threw on flannel pjs (over my typical t-shirt sleeping attire) and climbed back in bed.

Now Dave has had a nasty cold ever since he came home from duck hunting in Iowa last week, and the coolness of the house plugged him up something fierce. His only option was to breathe through his mouth, which caused him to snore through - every - single - breath - all - night - long. Now a few days ago when he did this I simply got up and went into my son's room to sleep, but with no heat in the house I wasn't about to leave my snugly warm cocoon. So I tried to sleep through it. Tried, but did not succeed.

Also, my face was getting cold so I slept (or tried to) on my side instead of my back and now I have a kink in my neck.

No heat, no sleep, and kink in my neck. Nice. I am sitting here wearing a long sleeved t-shirt, a wool sweater, and my son's polar fleece jacket (zipped all the way to the tippy-top to form a turtleneck), a wool cap, jeans, and heavy wool hunting socks. I'd put gloves on but then I wouldn't be able to type. I haven't showered yet because I cannot bare the thought of having my wet skin hit the cold air that is in this house.

Dave has been calling the heating/air-conditioning place since 5:30 this morning, to no avail. Hopefully they open at 9 and it's not their day off or something. It's down to 51 degrees in this house and the only one who is comfortable is Max kitty, who sleeps in a heated bed.

We had planned to take the entire day to go Christmas shopping but now it will have to wait... at least until we get the heat back on. I'm glad Dave is home. Normally this kind of thing happens when he's out of town.

23 degrees outside, 51 degrees in. BRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

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Update!

The repair man was here for a half-hour. A plastic part (that a bunch of important things connect to) exploded. He is driving back to the shop to see if they have one in stock. If not he'll have to drive an hour away to get one, so he will either be back in 3o minutes or 2 1/2 hours. Then it will take another half-hour or so to make the repair. THREE HOURS? I could be frozen solid by then.