Last night while preparing for today’s lectures, I was sitting on the couch with my daughter sending stuff to my wireless printer when the furnace made an odd noise and shut off. I went to check what the problem was, but there didn’t appear to be one as there wasn’t a warning light blinking, and the flame was still on. So, I took my laptop upstairs and watched a parenteral nutrition lecture in bed with my daughter before going to sleep (totally cute by the way, she was paying attention and repeating some of the points!). Around midnight, I woke up to my husband telling me that the furnace was broken, and he was afraid the pipes were going to freeze. He told me that to get it fixed the next day would cost $500, but he could order a part on Amazon for $100. I told him to do the latter with expedited shipping, and he went to Walmart in the middle of the night to buy some space heaters in the mean time (best hubby ever!). So when I woke up this morning, the bedroom was around 65 degrees (still cold, but better than freezing), and there was a nice (fake) fire in the living room, but the rest of the house was frigid. I made some hot oatmeal, downed a cup of hot coffee, then started my car ten minutes before I had to leave. I knew it was going to be cold today, so my wool socks, extra leggings, triple wrapped scarf, fleece lined hat, and mittens were definitely a plus. I wasn’t, however, expecting to see -9 on my car thermometer when I finally drove to the Burnsville Transit Station. My furnace really picked a poor time to die.