The temperature in the house is 65 degrees. At this time of day it ought to be 68. At ten last night it was 69 when it should have been 74. Setting the thermostat as high as 80 still failed to make the furnace come on.
I’m hoping this is only a bad thermostat, which I can replace myself. (Those programmable Honeywell thermostats don’t seem to last worth shit.) If it’s actually the furnace, I’ll have to have an expensive weekend service call today, ’cos we can’t do without tonight—not with a low predicted near freezing, we can’t.
The furnace man arrived about ten and went crawling around the attic, poking at the unit (if you know anything about forced-air heaters, it’s a Goodman/Janitrol GMP100-3). Getting him to the point of “crawling around the attic” involved taking every bit of clothing out of my closet, as well as both hanger bars. This is why I hate furnace trouble so; aside from the problem itself, I have the annoyance of tearing apart and then rebuilding the entire closet.
ETA: Bloody hell. The circuit board is blown out so the venter motor won’t come on; without the venter running, the gas jets send flame where they shouldn’t and try to catch the unit afire; the blower motor also won’t come on without the circuit board. Now the repairman has to go find out how hard it is to get a circuit board or even if a circuit board can be had. It if can be, he thinks it’ll cost $125 to $150 for the board and two or three hours at $75 an hour to install it, and that no sooner than Monday. On top of today’s diagnostic call we’re close to $500, which would still be tons less than having to buy a new furnace. Still, ick.
Predicate the promissor to the Black Madonna. Fnord.
