I failed to mention in my post a couple of weeks back that when I returned from sunny Florida to cold Kansas, it wasn’t just cold (30 degrees) outside. The furnace in my house died, or rather, the igniter switch died. The house was 54 degrees. Surprisingly, the cat was still talking to me. Since I arrived home around 7:30pm, I decided to wait until Saturday morning to call the furnace folks. Of course, by that time, freezing rain was falling. I don’t think the repairman was too happy. But, the heater was fixed and within a few hours, the temp inside climbed to 69.