Yesterday being Thursday, of course, I made my weekly visit to the town's Market House - my favorite thing to do on Thursdays (BTW... Market will be open on Saturdays starting next week - woo-hoo!) after having very meaningful conversations (not) I came home to change my clothes and start wash - one of the glories of working from home - I guess someone would say - that someone isn't me. Anyway, I came home changed into the wonderful sweats and start sorting wash. (I love that I can throw my baskets over the balcony and not have to carry them down the steps. ) Anthony came home shortly after. He says "hey, what's that smell?" "what smell?" "I smell something metallic" When The Chemists speaks I listen. I come out the laundry room and I smell it too. I have a bionic nose, BTW. The search began. I touched every electrical outlet, cord, appliance - anything that had to do with electricity because it smelled electrical. We searched for 40 minutes to no avail. I called my nephew the firefighter and he treks over. He says "Aunt Daysi (that's how they all pronounce it) I think you should call it in." Just then Tony calls from Hsbg. He's asks all of the no brainer questions and just frustrated me more. OF COURSE I CHECKED THE SPACE HEATER IN THE OFFICE!! So Lewie calls it in. The three ring circus began. The police show up first and say "ma'am, get a coat on and step outside ... you may want to take your dog with you" so Pebby, Anth and me go out. A truckload of firemen show up - none say "HI" - what's the deal? - they begin up the steps. There's one particular fireman that catches my eye.... he's carrying a very large poker. "Uhhhh, I hope you guys ask before you use that thing!" I shout. Lewie goes in after them. After about 15 minutes the firemen all start pouring out. The Fire Chief says "I'm sorry, we didn't find anything. If you feel you need us, don't hesitate to call us again.... by the way, you sure have a nice house there" ...... thaaannnkkks. I come in and turn to the boys... I still smell something. The boys tell me the firemen used meters and such and I just had a nervous nose. K - got it.Hours later, Tony comes home and says the place is freezing - I've been running around setting up for an event this week, working in the office, doing the wonderful wash, cooking, washing last night's pots (gasp) and cleaning so I was not cold. He turns up the heat and heads upstairs. He yells down "why didn't the heat kick on?" - I KNEW IT!! It's got to be the HVAC system!! I want to scream out the window "I KNEW IT!!" but fought the urge. Tony asks the frustrating questions again "did you guys check in the utility room b/f calling the firemen?" - Anth and me just look at each other and yell "YES!" together. So out come the space heaters - these tiny little things that are supposed to warm up over 2200 SF. *sigh* He'll have to call the repairmen in the morning. How much is that going to cost???? In the meantime, fire up that dang stove! Just last week we had to remove the spouts from the outside because they were totally frozen solid. Here's some of the storm aftermath ... I knew the pictures would come in handy. That's going to cost a pretty penny to have replaced. UGH....