This morning, the low rumble of what used to sound like a Sikorsky jet engine emanating from the basement is gone. Instead, the radiators are giving off reassuring can-do clicks and hisses but there is no roar from afar.
Yesterday, the plumbers came and installed a new boiler in the basement -- something to replace the old battleship of a furnace that bit the dust last Friday. The job is not yet complete -- and there is the question of precisely how much of a financial bullet we will have to bite -- but for the moment there is heat in the house.
Some part of me -- some long, long habit -- feels at a loss without the smooth rumble that would rise up when the heat went on. It's "better" of course, but sometimes "better" doesn't really feel better.