We called the HVAC company to have the furnace repaired.
When I got through to them, they told me they couldn’t send anyone out until the next day.
It wasn’t cold enough to cause the pipes to freeze, but we weren’t warm either. We had a space heater for our bedroom, but that wasn’t doing us any good in the rest of the house. I said I could make a quick dinner, and we could have a picnic on the bed, but my husband didn’t like that idea. He told me to get dressed. He was taking me to our favorite restaurant. I almost hated going out because I would need to come back to this house without a furnace running, but I didn’t say no. When we got to the restaurant, I was excited. It wasn’t until we got inside that I wished I had said no. It was every bit as cold in the restaurant as it was outside. They greeted us warmly, but the manager came out to talk to us. He said he would be closing the restaurant because the furnace was broken. If we wanted to take something home with us, they had plenty of food ready. We bought two platters and went home. It was cold in the house, like it was in the restaurant, but with the space heater and a card table, we had a wonderful evening picnicking in our bedroom. The HVAC technician was knocking on our door at 8 AM. I don’t know who was happier to see the HVAC technician? I wanted heat, but my husband hated listening to the space heater all night long.