It’s a cooooold morning in the Findlay Shack! The furnace chugged along for over two hours before my feet started to thaw out. I’m waiting for the day that our probably-over-30-year-old furnace bites the biscuit. Given the fact that we are replacing one of our antiquity-era gas fireplaces (Who knew they cost so freaking much?), you’ve got to know that the furnace is going to have a fatal aneurism. The minute you invest in one area, another huge money pit opens up.