So it’s -16C outside, and the best my furnace seems to be able to do is 63F. I’ve got the fireplace going, but the new water heater doesn’t seem to be able to keep up with demand. The pressure doesn’t quite reach the upper levels where all the radiators are lukewarm, and for some reason, the basement radiator, despite being filled with water, is ice cold.
It’s like living in Ted Cruz’s Texas. Merry fucking Christmas, I guess.
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