My Couch, My Living Room

I write this to you from my couch, in my living room. While that may not seem like a big deal to you, it means the world to me. You see, for the past three days, my couch has been in the entry way. I could write a blog and open the front door at the same time.
But not anymore! The leaky pipe is gone. The hole in the wall is gone, not only gone, but painted to match as well, and everything is moved back to normal.....

Normal, except for that now the boiler for our heating and hot water is being panicky and has stopped working......

So, I write this to you from my couch, in my living room....with my very cold hands.

Boy, when it rains, it pours....

Thank you guys for listening to our housing, life, and emotional fiascoes on this blog.