There was a weird noise and then a funny plastic-melting smell in the house last night. We turned down the heat and checked the CO detector as a precaution, only to find that our landlord had never installed a sensor pack. We called poison control to ask about the smell, and they said to turn off the heat and get the kids out of the house, then call 911. Avraham plugged in an electric heater in each of the bedrooms, and we took the kids out to the car, with the help of one of our very kind local policemen. Within minutes there more cop cars, individual responders from the volunteer fire department, and 2 fire trucks outside our house. They checked the levels and the furnace and deemed the house safe to return to. The chief told us to call the emergency repair line and get the furnace checked and cleaned.
We called last night, and for some reason (I don't know because I was in bed with the baby), the guy didn't come. We scheduled for this morning between 8:30 and 9, and I'm still waiting. But now it's about 58 degrees in the house, my fingers are stiffening from cold, and I'm wondering when we're going to get our furnace fixed and turn the heat back on. It's January in Long Island - not a good time to be without heat for 12+ hours...
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