So remember how I said that I didn’t have any heat all last week during this wicked cold snap and that it happened after my dad went messing around in the cabinet in my hall closet where the furnace is?  The repair guy came Saturday to fix my heat.  Walked into my apartment.  Opened the cabinet.  Picked up a power cord lying on the floor and said, “Maybe this is the issue...,” plugged it in and asked me to try the thermostat.  Lo and behold, it worked.  I was without heat all week because a stupid cord wasn’t plugged in.  I mean, how I was supposed to know the damn thing was supposed to be plugged in, I never go into that cabinet!  Needless to say, I felt extreeeeeemely dumb.  And as soon as he left, I turned on the furnace and cranked the heat way up.

I’m going to go watch last Thursday’s Grey’s Anatomy now.  Apparently, it’s some kind of heart-wrenching episode that had half of America in tears once it was over.