My husband has already blogged about our family's recent spate of illness and injury. Well, the sick train just keeps on rollin' here at Casa Amos. Adrian is finally getting past the bronchitis that has been plaguing him since Christmastime. This morning, we were hit with a double whammy.
No heat. The furnace had been blowing cold air all night.
Adrian's sick again; this time it's some sort of gastroenteritis. We can't figure out if it's viral or a food poisoning of some sort. If it's viral, good times are sure to follow as the germs make their way through both myself and Alastair. This I am not happily anticipating.
Oh and the furnace thing? Pilot light went out. Rather embarrassing to have a repairman come out and charge you for this assessment (That and the rather obvious, "Wow, your furnace is old."), but at least I know how to light the damn thing now. And it's warm in the house again.
Sigh. I'll be snoozing on the couch tonight since my bed is contaminated. No rest for the wicked, eh?