Well, I am still working from home several days a week, and this experience had officially turned me into the girl who moves her houseplants around to various locations throughout the day to maximize sun exposure.
Since I spend so much time at home I've appointed myself president of the neighborhood watch. On Sunday afternoon, I noticed that there were two police cars outside. I alerted Matt to the presence of law enforcement, and I stood at the front door while he ran upstairs to the bedroom to see what he could see from that vantage point.
A few minutes later two cops came out of our neighbor's house, meandering to their cars and laughing. The situation didn't appear to be dire to them, but it was to me because they were parked in front of our house I didn't want the other neighbors on the street to think we are a couple of felons.
And then yesterday, as I was moving my houseplants to their 9:30-10:45 location on the kitchen table, I noticed a giant wire laying on the ground in our backyard.
So, I did what any normal person would do in that situation and called the non-emergency number of our local police department, and five minutes later Officer Davis was knocking on my door.
And then Officer Davis informed me that Verizon was running new cables in the neighborhood.
Part of me was embarrassed, but mostly I was just happy it was a quick visit and hoped the neighbors didn't see the cop car outside our house for the second day in a row.
I'm happy to report I didn't call the police today, but kept myself occupied by texting Matt updates of when the heat was turning on and off. I thought it was running excessively, but finally at about 1:00 this afternoon and after my fifteenth update, Matt finally said, "I'm really not surprised that it's on so much. It is 20 degrees out today."
But, when Matt got home from work tonight he checked the damper and the heater and the vents. As his final check, he asked me to run up to the heater vent by the front door. He would make some adjustments and asked if I'd yell down to tell him if more or less heat came out.
Well, I knelt down in front of that vent and I wasn't surprised at all the house was chilly. The heat was hardly coming out at all. Matt made the adjustments and after each one I said, "no change, no change."
He came back upstairs bewildered, and then he looked at me sitting at my post and said, "Well, you're sitting in front of the cold air return, not the heating vent."
That could have been part of the problem.
I think I come by technological confusion easily though. My mom, sister, Mommom, and great Aunt Joan came over for lunch this weekend. Matt had to move my aunt's car, and when he came back inside to give her the keys he said, "Wow Aunt Joan, I see you sprang for the remote start."
And she said, "Oh you're kidding. I did? I've had that car for ten years and I had no idea."
But I bet she would've been able to correctly identify a heating vent.