Last night I was up at 11:30, having fun with this makeover tool (thanks Mary for pointing it out). The hairstyles all look ridiculous but it does help test out lipstick colors. Anyway, there I was imprudently and irresponsibly wasting time on the internet when I should have been in bed (so I thought). And then,
And oh boy, what a boom (to misquote Dr. Seuss). Turns out it came from our circa 1963 oil furnace. I went downstairs, smelled smoke, and saw this:
I trudged back up the stairs, using this for the first time since we’ve lived here:
So basically there was some sort of explosion in our furnace.
I woke up Pat, who had been sleeping in bed and hadn’t heard the sound. I had been sitting almost directly above the furnace, and I guess it was loudest where I was. This makes me feel a bit better about staying up late, because if I hadn’t heard it, the furnace would have stayed on all night and who knows what would have happened.
Pat got up and got a fire going in the fireplace. Not seeing anything I could do to help, I went to bed and slept.
And I kept sleeping as Pat tended the fireplace all night.
And I kept sleeping as Pat gave Girl 1 her nebulizer treatment when she woke up at 4 am coughing.
And I kept sleeping as Pat gave Girl 2 her bottle when she woke up at 4:30.
And I kept sleeping as Pat got up with both girls when they were up for the morning at 7:30.
And I kept sleeping as Pat dropped Girl 1 off at school and took Girl 2 with him.
When I finally dragged my lazy bones out of bed, I saw this makeshift baby guard around the fireplace.
But first I’m awarding Pat with this:
and perhaps more to the point, baking him an apple crisp.
More updates to come . . . .