The furnace is finally working again. I re-checked everything that I tested yesterday. Ran the furnace onboard diagnostics, which showed no errors. (Since when does a residential propane furnace have onboard diagnostics?) Finally occurred to me to run a continuity check on the control line from the thermostat upstairs to the furnace under the house. Bingo! With the smoking gun in hand, it was just a matter of finding who pulled the trigger, and where. Finally discovered where a forest creature had gotten under the house and chewed through the control line. Time to warm up the trusty soldering iron!
Not thankful to share the forest with all creatures.
Thankful to have a house in the forest.
Thankful to save several hundred dollars by avoiding furnace repair house call.
During the repair work, my week-old Treo 650 fell out of the belt case and landed on the concrete garage floor from a height of about 4 feet. Not thankful for cheap snap closure on case which popped open. Thankful for the ability to own a Treo 650. Thankful that screen is not cracked and that unit seems to still work fine.
Finally peaceful. Working furnace confirmed. Tools put away. Mess cleaned up. Anticipating glass of wine.
Oops ... not so fast. Darling daughter comes bounding up the stairs, squealing that Turbo (the Jack Russell Terrier pup) had a big tick and blood on his neck. Mommy and Daddy swing into action, waving our magic rescue swords and some chemicals. Fat tick leaves on express train to the great beyond.
Once again, not thankful to share the forest with all creatures. You can't pick your neighbors, particularly not the "critter" type.
Thankful for friends, to whose house we are going for Thanksgiving dinner.
Just another Thanksgiving day in the redwood forest.
