Well, that was uncalled for. BTW, 17 miles west of Philly ain't exactly rural PA
Trust me, if this was a rural area I wouldn't frigging hate it half as much as I do.
The Voyager is in an ice crypt, we're using the husband's work vehicle, it's the only thing cleared, and I haven't been outside of the house since Saturday so be nice to me.
The thing with the heater is we have oil heat. It is a 245 gallon tank. Getting anything less than 200 gallons means you pay more per gallon. As of today oil is $2.549 a gallon. You do the math (when I bought this white elephant of a house oil was under $0.70 a gallon). The goal is to get through the season on two tanks of oil, having started with a 3/4 full tank when it got turned on in December. It's an older furnace and for some reason one tank will last more than a month if the thermostat is set at 59. However, set it to the low 60s and that bitch sucks it down like a college girl drinking Jello shots on spring break.
Look, I didn't make the rules, I just frigging live here. Getting a new furnace is on the list of shit to do once the debt is cleared, along with a new roof, a paint job, new outdoor landscaping and a new g'damned house in a decent frigging neighborhood where it never fucking snows.
And I'll have you know my husband finds me a very pleasant person to live with ... mainly because I work a substantial amount of my aggression out on y'all.