Heat! Nice Heat!

Nice heat. Nice heat. Good boy. Good boy. Nice heat.

The culprit was probably the rust you see on the furnace inducer motor. What's an inducer? Oh, it's that thing that catches all the rust. Most importantly, all the pieces ended up fitting. Which is to say Plotnik went to the plumbing supply house, hung around until they figured out which motor he needed, ordered it from Texas, they delivered it on time, the heating man went and picked it up at the shop and came here this morning on schedule, took out the old and put in the new, turned on the unit and:

WHOOOOOSH! Heatheatheatheat!

So that little winter interlude is over. What's next? At least not snow like this.



You're looking at a photo of Clinton Avenue in Brooklyn taken by the Great PD at 8am yesterday. Not here. Plot is sitting at his desk without two sweaters and a hat. Nice. Nice heat. Good boy!