I may have mentioned that I hate snow. It comes from years of living in upstate New York, about an hour north of New York City. Sure, it starts all white and fluffy and oh-so-pretty. But sooner or later, it turns into when-the-hell-will-this-crap-stop. And that’s in an area that can handle multiple feet of snow per year. They’re ready for it. All they’re ready for around here is shutting down the interstate because people slam into each other and cause multicar pileups because they can’t keep the roads clear. It’s not like they don’t have days and days of warning. Of course, the problem is that they don’t have the equipment because it “never snows here.” That’s what a former boss told me before we moved here. It never snows, and it never gets hot in the summer. Lies!
On Friday, our furnace wasn’t working well. On Saturday, our power went out, so it didn’t really matter that the furnace wasn’t working. Two power outages and two rounds of dragging out the generator have left me very achy and tired. This morning, the stupid furnace was off again, so I had to trudge through the snow to flip a few switches and turn it on again. Lion thinks there’s a problem with the ignitor. His theory is that the furnace turns on the gas, tries to ignite, and when that fails, it shuts down. It’s an intermittent thing. It may work for the rest of the day, and then I’ll have to trudge through snow and flip the switch to clear its brain again. I haven’t told my boss yet, but it doesn’t look like I’ll make it to work tomorrow. Lion can’t trudge through the snow to flip the switch, and I can’t leave him with no heat. Plus, do I really want to drive through the muck of the snow to get to work? I do not.
You’d think (and I did early yesterday) that all this downtime would translate to more snuggling and some afternoon sex for Lion. That was before I had to drag the generator out twice and crawl around with extension cords. Everything hurt. There was no joy in Mudville. Lion understands. He knows how it feels to be achy and unable to move around well. Still, he’s looking for love. I’ll see what I can do for him. It is Valentine’s day, after all.