Car is working now.
Furnace is not. Don’t worry, it’s not like forty or anything ridiculous like that in here. Just a wee bit below normal, generally around 62°-64°. Since it’s a small apartment, I can run the oven in timed bursts to heat up the living space when it goes below that—living room and kitchen being basically one big room. Cats and electric blankets take care of the rest until repairs can be made which should be today or tomorrow. And I tend to keep the place on the cool side anyway, so by no stretch of the imagination is it a crisis or even uncomfortable… but damn. Can’t I have one week that’s not fucked up?
At least this one won’t cost me money.