Utter Shit

The house I am holding open today has been vacant since July.  This was the first weekend where you could feel it.  The house was cold.  55 degrees.  I am in a tee shirt and light pants and peep-toe heels.  The pilot light seems to be out on both the heater and the water heater.  But what do I know about pilot lights?  All I know is the heat has been on for an hour and the air blowing out of the vents is cool.

I have taken my folding chair and my laptop to the front porch to sit in the sun.  Tacky?  Yes.  Necessary?  Totally!