I have had approximately six hours of sleep over the past three days. Some times this happens because I am, after all, an insomniac and not sleeping is kind of the definition of that. But this time around, the blame falls on my furnace.
The problem started Tuesday when we had our routine maintenance. Ironic, right? I mean, routine maintenance is supposed to prevent stupid problems but for whatever reason (I have been since told this was just an unlucky coincidence. I don't believe them), not long after the furnace technician left the house after the routine maintenance, my furnace started to leak. Water, that is. And a lot of it.
So a technician came back out to the house on Wednesday to look at my very wet furnace in my very wet basement. At first he had a little trouble locating the leak until I pointed the very obvious leak out to him (not really feeling very confidant here). I shouldn't give him such a hard time, I suppose. It was, after all, very cleverly concealed right in plain sight on the front of the damn furnace. But whatever. He looked at the leak and said, "Yep. Your coil's busted. Gonna need a new one."
Of course the new one wasn't in stock and had to be ordered. It wouldn't arrive until Thursday afternoon at the earliest. Until then, I was told, I'd just had to let it leak because there was nothing he—nor anyone else— could do. I told him I actually believed that. He didn't get the sarcasm.
So after he left me with an estimate that started at $600, I broke out the oldest towels I have and started mopping. I broke out my broiler pan (finally found a use for it!) and stuck it under the leak because it was the only thing I had that was shallow enough to fit. It still doesn't catch all the water (the leak splits off and leads to somewhere not pan friendly) but it certainly helps. Of course, I have to stop what I'm doing every two hours to go down to the basement and empty said pan but I figure it'll be better than letting the water just continue to fill my basement. Because, again, it's a lot of water.
And when I say every two hours, I really do mean it. Hence the non sleeping thing. The Man takes one of the morning pan emptying shifts before he goes to work so I can string together a little more sleep but it's all good because today I received a call that my coil has arrived and shall be installed. Some time between 9 and 5.
This means I'm home bound all day long. I don't mind so much because, let's face it, I shouldn't be driving. The no sleep thing is catching up with me. Wednesday night I wrote myself a note about Effigy— a solution for a problem I've been having— only when I woke up three hours later, this is what it said:
"That was a problem for another day, another time. What really mattered was"
And that was it. Anyone spot the problem with my solution?
If you said, "there's no solution in your solution," you'd be correct.
Unfortunately, I was reading this note and coming to this conclusion whilst on the stairs (that's right. I used 'whilst'... don't you wish you were that cool? Or tired?). After said realization, I slipped and fell the rest of the way. Now my shoulder is out of whack and my ass is bruised. My ever sympathetic friend, Teri, told me that if I had a fatter ass, it wouldn't have hurt so much.
Sounds like a good reason to eat more Ben and Jerry's to me.
On the plus side of things, I have really taken advantage of my waking hours the past few days to lower my best times on Minesweeper get a lot of writing done. Well, a lot for me at any rate.
I guess there always is a silver lining. And I used it to stop my basement from flooding.