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Rough
I think it’s some serious illness; L says it’s a hangover but whatever it is I feel rough today.
The plumber appeared at The Ice Box to try to coax the boiler into turning on more regularly. He adjusted a few sensors, cleaned it out and declared it needed a new logic board saying he’d call with a price and to arrange a date to fit it but that basically the boiler was sound, if a little temperamental.
I managed to just make it home before feeling really bad and limping through a day of calls and meetings.
Depite that it’s a month and the happiest I’ve had in a long, long time.
I get a text when L is home tonight : the boiler was out.
