We had another Furnace EventTM recently, during the fixing of which my husband got out his heat gun1 and started pointing it at random supposed-to-be-warm and probably-lukewarm items around the house. The ‘heated’ items he tested included {1} the wood floor, {2} the ceramic plant pot that holds The Jolly Green Giant (a monstera plant that has quadrupled in size since I photo’ed my legs next to it in 2021), {3} the book I was reading at the time, and {4} my knee.
The fourth item — thought, by my spouse, to have the highest ‘hotness’ potential — was the coldest.
This, I informed him, was proof positive: Never mind the years of cold flashes and a completely absent libido (2023 was a no-sex year too; or should I say two?), this heat-seeking device makes it official: I am now [officially] frigid.
(I’m not freezing anymore though. The problem has been resolved, no “for the birds” business about it — it was the thermostat.)
In other news… I was *on* those frigid knees yesterday for 30 minutes. (Ouch! I’m not young anymore!)
But that is a story for another day.
(Don’t get your hopes up though. It’s not nearly as sexy as it sounds.)
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1This is not a euphemism. It’s a tool.
It must be that time of year. I just spent two brutal days working on a clogged floor drain pipe. (Hardened soap and calcium residue) But while not frigid, 2023 was not fraught with o’s for me either, and given some policy changes, 2024 might be even leaner. Just for example, between October 1 until now I believe I’ve had exactly 2. However, given your feelings on this issue that probably seems too generous. LOL
Yes, incredibly generous! 😉
As for the drain pipe: I’m glad you got it fixed. We are hopefully okay at this point for plumbing and HVAC, but goodness knows what will be next!