Fixing it.

Well, I'm certainly becoming stronger and more independent. 

Just now I noticed the house was cool.  I checked the heater, the switch was on, but no heat.  I played with the thermostat.  Nothing.  It seemed to have: no power. 

There was a time I would call Ron to help and he would figure it out.  Those days are gone. 

I put on a jacket and went outside with my flashlight, and looked at the circuit breaker.  Nothing out of place.  I even closed the box cover correctly which is not easy. 

I came back in and remembered the switch in the attic.  There is a switch near a light bulb and if you don't know you assume they are related.  But if you flip it you kill the circuit to the furnace. 

I went up the ladder with my trusty flashlight and sure enough the switch was off.  The plumbers must have done it today.  I hate heights, and rickety ladders, I didn't even go up during the pipe breaks.  But I went up because it would be, what, a $100 service call we cannot afford. 

I reminded myself there would be a scary noise when I flipped it, because it was set to heat and the thermostat showed 75 and we had it at 82.  I flipped it and the furnace roared to life, good thing I reminded myself.  I very carefully went back downstairs, very pleased I had saved the household $100. 

I did get a splinter somehow but not too worried about that.  So I am happy about that. 

I am becoming more confident as a homeowner. 

Ron is still pretty variable so we will see what kind of sleep I get tonight.