Jan. 19th, 2011

I got pretty sick on Friday of last week, but chalked it up to the stress of having two major funding deadlines that day that I *just barely* managed to meet, and then my boss throwing something else my way 20 minutes before work finished. One of the applications was not a problem (we have a great new Rec Manager who did so much work toward it), but the other one was something of a clusterfuck from start to finish.

I thought, when I got home and fell asleep on the landing for about half an hour, that it was a direct result of my having spent the day in a state of Hulk-rage/anxiety. But then came Saturday...

There's nothing gross under here, I swear )

Took yesterday as a sick day, and now am late for work today. I called them to let them know I would be in late, as I want to be sure I'm up to the task. No sense going in and then just having to leave again. And of course my tiny cat is now curled up on my lap, demanding that I stay where I am until he finishes his first of many naps.
At least, it does now.

Over the weekend it was going "screech, grind, whirr, screech" every time it fired up - which was often, because it hasn't gotten warmer than -30 in a long time. It was not conducive to good sleep during my time of illness.

This evening, though, the screeching was sounding even more ominous than previous times. After some debate, I called Bill at 8:00pm to see if he could pop over and have a look at it. He came, determined it was some motor thing*, went home and repaired the motor from a different furnace, and came back and installed it. He finished around 10:00pm.

I live in a town where you can call the furnace repair guy at home, at night, and he will come and try to make sure that your furnace doesn't shut off in the night. He will do this because he doesn't want you to freeze to death, which is totally possible if you are the kind of person who runs out of firewood in the middle of a super cold snap. And I am that kind of person. God, I miss firewood.

In other news, I still find Matt Frewer attractive. I'm enjoying Eureka very much, and have already exceeded my bandwidth limit for the month. Thanks a lot, Northwestel, you bastards.

*There is a reason I don't work on engines, and that reason is a hereditary disinclination to understand mechanical things - which is ironic, given my love of steampunk. But I digress.

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