Thursday, November 20, 2008
It's going to be 10 degrees F tonight.
Time to burn s..t.
I finally gave up and fired up the furnaces. We have an oil forced air furnace, a wood stove, and a wood furnace. We'd been doing OK this fall with just the wood stove, but it lives in the kitchen and is 30 feet and around a 90 degree bend from my usual seat on the left hand side of the couch, which also happens to be right next to Aimee's cat door, visible to the left of the TV.
The freaking cat door leaks air, but herself banned its removal for the first part of the winter. The cats' excursions take priority over my comfort, it seems.
It was 55 degrees in that corner when I came home from work today. It didn't get much above 59 there last night.
Poor old duffer, freezing his ass to let the cats have their day out.
Alright then. As long as they kill the mice that would otherwise eat the roots in the cellar.
So I fired up the oil furnace for ten minutes to take off the chill, while getting a fire going in the wood furnace, and opening up the wood stove full blast.
Haggis is getting the benefit. And you can tell Aimee is toasty because she's not covered with her blankey.
I like the orange glow from the two wood burners. It makes me feel all pleistocene.
Awesome. Burn! Burn!