Right this second, as I type this, water mixed with methyl* alcohol is traveling out of my house, into pipes that plunge 110 feet vertically into the ground below my yard, and returning into my house. There, an expensive apparatus extracts the heat from the water and sends it back out to circulate some more.
* I think. Maybe it’s ethyl. What am I, a chemist?
Right now, as I type this, there are two men making mechanical noises in my basement. Tomorrow, first thing in the morning*, I should have heat again; sometime after the long weekend** I should be pulling that heat directly from the ground.
Woohoo, and it’s about time too.
* Assuming the electrician shows up at 8 AM so I can let him in before I go to work.
** Sometimes it’s awesome being a Canadian. Like when I look forward to having Monday off work, because it’s Thanksgiving around here. Of course the flip side of that is that Thanksgiving is the gateway to winter.
Saturday my yard looked lovely, lush and green.
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