everybody in polar fleece.

Saga of the Pawtucket House of Couch furnace, day 12.

New thermostat installed. Does not appear to be functioning properly, as furnace has been blowing cold air all night, and it's 60 degrees in here. Or the pilot light's blown again.

I would write a haiku on the subject, but it is too cold to count morae.

-- Little Red, who really wishes she hadn't left her wool afghan at her parents', to the point where she is thinking of knitting a new one. Today.