Hey everybody, it's Truffles! Today's Sunday Selfie may look like I'm trying to hide...and that's because I am. It's been a stressful week here in Truffleville, and it all started last Sunday afternoon.
We've been having a little trouble with our washing machine lately. The permanent press cycle is taking longer than usual, and that day it seemed to want to stop altogether, so Mommy was running up and downstairs every few minutes checking on it. As she headed into the basement one particular time she thought she heard the furnace kick on, but when she came back upstairs it had stopped. It bothered her, but she figured maybe she had just been hearing something else running.
As the evening wore on the house was chilly, and the thermostat was showing that the heat should be coming on at anytime. Then it dipped below where it was set, and Mommy suddenly realized that it hadn't been on since mid-morning. She cranked the thermostat up several degrees...still nothing.
By now it was 9:30 PM. Who do you call that late on a Sunday night? She tried the number of the company we get our oil from, and were forwarded to the technician on-call. He had Mommy press the reset button, flip the emergency switch, nothing worked. So he said he'd have to come over and check things out himself.
That's when the panic and HBO words started. Not because her precious little tortie was on the verge of freezing to death, but because of everything she was going to have to move out of the way for this poor man to even be able to get to the furnace. Seriously, it's that bad down there.
11 PM the technician arrives and locates the problem within minutes: the fuse in the emergency switch had blown. Simple as that. Why he didn't have Mommy check that to begin with, we'll never know. But we had heat again.
So why am I hiding? The whole situation gave Mommy a kick in the pants to start hauling out the basement, something she's been putting off for years. All week she's been bagging junk up to bring to the dump. I've been afraid to get too close for fear that I might end up getting thrown in a bag or box! Thankfully she's still made the time to help me with my blog and visit my friends, but I sure hope she gets over this crazy behavior soon.
Maybe Mike and Frank from American Pickers would like to come over and help her out? I hear Frank loves cats...