Last February, something on our heater died. I'm not sure what it was. The heating guys came and couldn't figure it out, so they pondered it for awhile, and eventually had to order a part from some remote location. The whole fixing process took about a week. I'm sure I don't have to remind anyone where we lived last year. A week without heat here, in Dallas, TX, would be mildly uncomfortable, especially on a day like today when it's 29 degrees outside, but we could manage. A week without heat in MENDON, UT in FEBRUARY is an entirely different story.
|February in Mendon, UT...gorgeous, but FRIGID!|
So this morning, instead of being impatient and frustrated because this heating guy showed up unannounced at 8:30am, and reeks of smoke, and is taking his time...
I'm choosing to be grateful for a working heater and life in a place where we barely need to use it.