In a funny turn of events that usually only happens in sitcoms, we ran out of oil late last week. As it turns out, the gauge on the oil tank doesn't quite work, so while we thought we had plenty, we had almost none. The seller of the house kindly filled up the oil tank in January, so that there would be oil here when we moved. HOWEVER, the guys who had been here working on the house decided that they wanted the experience of working in the tropics, and left the heat cranked to about 90 degrees.
So we had been relying mainly on our auxiliary heat, the pellet stove. Nevermind the fact that we also had to have the stove guy out here twice last week in order to make the stove workable (at one point smoke was somehow actually being funneled back INTO the house), but now the stove has given up the ghost as well. We called the stove guy, and surprise! he is in Canada for a long weekend.
So...it's cold folks. Real real cold. This is also why I had taken a short hiatus from writing here, simply because I knew anything I wrote would mostly consist of "I'm cold, I'm cold, I'm cold...".
Oh and did I forget to mention we are in the middle of a snowstorm?
How's that for a coincidence?!
Please send blankets.