The various holidays have everybody’s schedules all screwed up, even though none of us work regular jobs. Though I was kind of looking for excuses not to go to town, this afternoon was my first chance in a while for liquid refreshment.
And now everything that was empty is full and my back is singing soprano. I got sicker than I gave myself credit for two weeks ago, and it’s taking longer than I hoped to fully get over it. By the time I even got to town I was ready for a nap – now I’m ready for traction and a morphine drip. But I did get it done. I also got that “sick” box set up in the kitchen, for the next time.
And wonder to tell, the local hardware had a new thermocouple that will (I’m pretty sure) fit the space heater should I need one. I don’t need one, though, because those of you guys who said the heater’s problem was an air bubble in the gas line were apparently completely right. The thought never crossed my mind early this morning. But I thought it through again over lunch, got a wrench and cracked a gas line, then tried again and sure enough the pilot lit and the heater works fine. I’ve been kind of fuzzy in the head lately: Is it possible I never started the pilot yesterday but thought I had? I don’t know. Either way, the problem seems to be fixed with no hardware replacement required. I even hooked up the new propane bottle again just to make sure that hadn’t been a problem, and apparently it wasn’t. I haven’t been 100% or even 70% lately – maybe it really was the mother of all brain farts.
Anyway I think I’m going to stretch out, rest my back and maybe take an old man nap for a while.