We still have one of those old style fuel oil furnaces. You know, where you have a big 275 gallon tank in your basement and you have fuel delivered once a month at the tune of $3.19 per gallon. (I'll let you the math. Yeah, ouch!) Anyway, it had been quite some time since our guy had been here but couldn't remember the exact date. Normally I would have been in complete paranoid panic mode by now, but when I sent the DH down to check the gauge last weekend he said we were still a little over 1/4 of a tank. Even with as cold as it has been we thought we'd be able to make it another week or so no problem. Our fuel guy always delivers on a Friday so I figured I'd see him today.
This morning he called first thing. He was in a panic, said he tried to deliver to us last week but we weren't home. He was surprised I wasn't calling HIM in a panic or sitting in the cold. When I told him we still had a 1/4 of a tank he sounded surprised and like he didn't really believe me. Then when he got here and looked for himself he said "Wow, you guys must have done something. It never would have lasted six weeks before." Once I got over the shock of realizing it had been six weeks, I told him about filling the cracks and crevices and started to explain the screen doors. I even showed him the screen doors (hey, he asked). He's now going to make some for his house. So my crazy plexiglass insert screen door idea wasn't so crazy after all.
(insert mental image of me bowing here)
Okay maybe getting the furnace serviced, filling the cracks and installing weatherstripping helped a little. ;-)