I asked Dad if he was ready to handle the "family circus" (three cats & a dog) while I'm gone. He said they just sleep. Apparently they only cause trouble when I'm home because they are all competing for my attention.
The furnace has been acting wacky. It started doing this last winter, but only a few times, now it's doing it a lot, so Dad has to fix it. It short cycles and then shuts down. Then it won't come back on until we cut the power to the furnace and then turn the power back on. I suppose that "reboots" it. One morning we got up and it was about 67 in the house. I turn the furnace down to 68 at night. Sorry, I just don't handle it being much colder than that.
Smaller than a bread box, or, Macey Loaf of Bread
Now didn't that make you laugh?
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