The furnace was supposedly repaired yesterday. The house was a toasty 70 degrees Fahrenheit when I went to bed last night. This was a good thing, because the outside thermometer was reporting minus 13 degrees Fahrenheit. This may have been the coldest night since we moved here. We just recently got this particular thermometer which is wireless and placed away from the house. Prior outside thermometers were usually up against the house and so reported slightly warmer temperatures. The lowest temperature I had previously seen here had been five below.
About two o’clock, I woke (or Dudley woke me) and had a bad feeling. Sure enough, the furnace fan was running, but there was cold air coming out of the vents. It was about 58 degrees inside the house. I knelt beside the furnace and the flame was out. The kitchen range burner were working so we had gas. I woke Jack because I couldn’t quite believe that the furnace had quit working again and I wanted independent confirmation. The only good news was that the outside temperature was eight above zero, so the warmer front was starting to move in. We turned on the space heaters and went back to bed. What else was there to do?