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Ladies and gentlemen of the internets,

I am writing you this missive from the kitchen of my residence. It is a southward-facing room, and the doors to the rest of the house are shut. The oven is turned on, and twenty-four candles burn on my counters. Thanks to these measures, I am tolerably warm; though my toes are a bit cold, I am not wearing gloves, and the blanket I had wrapped around me is currently on the floor. I am, however, still wearing thick socks and slippers, sweatpants, a long-sleeved shirt, a sweatshirt, and my nice warm bathrobe.

From this fortress I shall await the arrival of the man who is to fix our furnace.

If you do not hear from me again, please retrieve my frozen body from this kitchen and give it proper burial.

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I kind of should be here when the repair man comes, unfortunately. Hence the construction of the fortress.

Understandable. But calling and giving them a piece of your mind about how it's below zero and you have no heat and they can let themselves in to fix the damn furnace because you're going to go somewhere that doesn't require *open flame* to keep yourself from developing hypothermia would also be understandable.

We also have space blankets if you need them--just call. Also, if once they get there and fix it, you decide that staying someplace warm would be preferable to waiting for your house to warm up, our offer is still extended.

Be careful with that oven, though. That worries me a bit.

I am indeed being careful with the oven. But really, I figure using it for warmth isn't fundamentally more dangerous than using it for a long session of baking.

I wouldn't say no to a space blanket if you wanted to bring one by, but I'm staying put for the time being. (I don't particularly want to go into the rest of the house, let alone outside.)

We'll bring space blankets by this afternoon.

Surly can tell you the mechanics of it, but by heating with the oven, you are letting carbon monoxide and other combustion by-products loose into your kitchen, rather than out the oven's ventilation system. You're probably okay if you stay off of the floor (where it'll settle), but i'd advise a)keeping a carbon monoxide detector around, b)not sleeping in there, and c)staying alert and getting out of there if you feel dizzy or sleepy or anything else that may signal impending hypoxia.

I am indeed keeping an eye out for these things. But mostly the heat's coming out the ventilation system (and through general radiation); I'm only opening the door periodically, when it feels a bit chilly in the room.

And hell no, I'm not sleeping in here. If this hasn't been fixed by evening, Kyle and I will be shopping for a place to stay the night.

Okay. That makes me feel better.

We're leaving around 2 to go up to Indy; we'll bring the space blankets over then.

And we have a fully-furnished spare bedroom if you need it. Give a holler so we can get some of the camera gear out of the way first. (Although by sleeping, i meant dozing off over your boring reading. ;)

You should, like, at least bake some cookies or something.

:D

I was likewise worried about the oven, but her argument about the baking session was compelling.

That said, I am personally agitating for her to learn how to bake a bit better, so I have a cake or something to come home to this evening. She's using the oven, after all....

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I am, for the record, being productive; I'm getting reading done for my ICFA paper, as it's the one thing I can motivate myself to do at present.

Here's some more research for you.

*skips off*

Yeah, no joke!1 She's such a slacker.

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