The first thing our plumber did when walking into the basement of our house three years ago was enjoy a hearty laugh at our thirty-five-year-old natural-gas furnace. It seemed to bring him genuine joy and delight, like maybe if you went over to a friend’s house and found that all their heat came from a gigantic Rapa Nui monolith in the basement.
Anyhow, “Replace Furnace” has finally come up on our to-do list, so I took a before (left, yesterday morning) and during (right, yesterday evening) picture. We spent last night at Kate’s mom’s house. The fellows are still hooking it up. Our cat is planning Dire Revenge.