Last night I went down to our bedroom to get ready for bed and the room felt pretty cold to me. I hadn't been down to that end of the house since earlier that morning. I checked the table thermometer in our room and it said 65 degrees. Since the thermostat is set at 71 degrees, I knew something was wrong. After manipulating the thermostat controls for a while, and after Alan changed the air filter, it still wasn't working so we figured that something was wrong with the furnace. Being so late in the day, we couldn't call in for a repair so we went to bed anticipating a very cold night. I even kept an extra cover handy in case I needed it. I woke up about 3:30 a.m. and I could hear the beautiful sound of the heater running -- and it's still working. I was so happy that it was working again. I don't know how it fixed itself, but I'm glad that it did. Miracles do happen!
4 comments:
Glad you didn't have to freeze. What a beautiful room!
It's a good thing you live in California and not Utah! I love it when things magically start working again by themselves. I hope it holds out for you.
If our furnace were to stop working on a cold night, I'm taking the hair dryer to bed with me.
65 degrees is about perfect for me at night. During the day is a different story. I'm glad you don't have to pay the "through the roof" costs of a repairman. Hopefully your miracle will continue for a long time!
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