Had a bit of a scare tonight. Downstairs watching the telly when I noticed it seemed to be getting a tad chilly. Considering I actually like it a bit cooler in the house I thought this odd. Check the ol’ thermostat and low and behold, it was 68 F! (Too lazy to figure out how to switch the thermostat to Celsius.) Uh oh, I says to me-self. This can be nooo good. I notched the thermostat up a degree to call for heat and then headed down to the belly of the beast, the furnace room, for a looksee. There lives my faithful 23 year old fire burner. FYI, one human year is four furnace years, so my beast she’s getting on. I slip off her jacket and check for a pulse. Uh oh again. (Three uh ohs and you’re out!) No flame. So now I’m worried. This might call for some effort on my part. And you know me… So with fingers and toes crossed I switch off power to my baby, wait a minute and switch ‘er back on, just in case it’s a matter of resetting something. Low and behold, when she comes back on she fires right up, all burners a-roarin’ with anger and vengeance. Yay! me thinks. But to be safe, I run upstairs and book me an appointment with a serviceman (or woman) for tomorrow to have ‘er looked over. Bottom line, it was a close call. Could have been a cooold night. So while I was down there I decided to try some furnace photography. Very popular with the home inspector crowd, I hear. In post processing the photo above, I really cranked up, well, everything. Just kicked the shit out of it to see what I’d get. I actually am not unhappy with the results. It’s gritty, industrial, colourful, and it’s hiding in my basement. Hope you like it. Off to bed. A nice warm toasty bed. Hope it stays that way.