After an afternoon of freezing drizzle, the snow started pouring down late Wednesday afternoon, and by Thursday morning this was the view off the back porch. Despite the sun, the temperature failed to rise above freezing. After a very mild winter, February had come in like a polar hailstorm.
I knew the storm was coming so I prepared a fine winter repast— cioppino, the San Francisco treat— cod, prawns, scallops, oysters, and clams in a spicy tomato broth.
All was well, and we were warm and contented, until at some point this afternoon I realized that the boiler that heats our house was no longer in operation. Temperatures indoors were dropping. Kathy ran to buy one of those oil-filled space heaters, and I built a fire in the fireplace. It remains chilly but bearable, and tomorrow we hope to summon a technician that can get the boiler blazing again.
In the meantime we have plenty of blankets.
Make sure to keep your pipes warm too. Burst pipes make an unholy mess when things thaw.
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