The Man, The Man, Wonderful The Man

I mentioned a few weeks ago that we were having trouble with the heat. This has continued off and on. We got all fancy this year and one of our many expenditures was to buy new programmable thermostats. This was a great idea. Only, when the one in the main part of the house was installed, the handyman dude connected the A/C but not the heat. That cost us a visit from the heating guy. In the sunroom, everything was connected fine, but I had forgotten how to program the damn thing, so we froze until I remembered.

But there is another problem. The furnace for the sunroom automatically shuts off if the doohickey comes out of the slot. Gravity wants the doohickey to come out of the slot. When that happens, a big old contraption comes off and slams to the floor with a nice Kirby-startling bang, and then it gets cold. We spent most of the morning fighting with it. Then, an interesting thing happened:


The Man is not known for his handyman skills. It's not that he can't; he just prefers not to. However, he got sick of repeatedly tinkering with the furnace, and all of a sudden, he was doing what you see above. I was going to call the heating guy again. But The Man decided to take a good look. Before I knew it, he had diagnosed the problem and found a solution. He thwarted gravity and we have heat. Also, he built me a nice fire in the fireplace.

Meanwhile, we noticed that Kirby was missing. Then we found him:


One loud bang too many, I suppose. After an hour or so, he came out on his own.