It was very cold in Atlanta this morning. Somewhere in the teens. So cold that I didn't even want to know so I didn't check. So cold that we had to tell James he couldn't go to ride the 50 this morning because his gear is only good to about 20. I think a part of him was relieved and a part disappointed because today's ride was clearly going to set the record (and they do track those kind of things). I am somewhat concerned about some of those people.
When we got back from CBT's game this morning it felt a little chilly downstairs so my sweet hubby went to check the thermostat.
This, my friends, is never a good sign. We bumped it up to 72 to see if we could make it come on...it had been set on 68. When your thermostat is set on 68 and the temperature is 61, you have a problem. We know this because when we first moved in, the unit didn't work. Of course, my husband would have known there was a problem just by looking at this because he is incredibly smart. He also has a better memory than I do so he remembered a conversation almost three years ago, which I would have never remembered.
The heating guy casually mentioned that when it gets really, really cold (I'm sure teens qualify for this), this little pipe that carries water outside (which I'm sure has a really technical name) can freeze up. The container from which the water is being carried can fill up and the unit just shuts off. That is a problem when it is very, very cold outside. My very smart, sweet husband remembered this casual, almost in passing conversation and pumped the water out of said container. He also braved the very cold weather outside and cleared the ice from the tube.
Whew....we have heat again. How long until spring?
