I didn't really think much about it in August when the chimney inspector informed us that both of our fireplaces are irreparably damaged and that we should never, ever, ever use them because they pose a major fire hazard. It was 95 degrees! With 80 percent humidity! How often would we really use them anyway? I was just grateful that we were finally buying a house and that the previous owners agreed to remove the asbestos from the basement.
Now that it is October and the temperature is dropping into the 30s at night, and it turns out that our furnace is broken (!!!), I am missing the fireplaces very, very much. The furnace has a broken circuit board and a broken igniter. Whatever that means. Actually, what it means is that me and Mr. V will be spending our evenings this week bundled up in hats and scarves and fighting over who gets to cuddle with our little living furnace, Olive. The parts won't arrive until this weekend. Sigh.
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