When the phone rings in the middle of the night, I cringe.
I don’t think I have ever gotten good news on a phone call after midnight.
However, there have been a few late night drunk calls from old college buddies sprinkled in there. But there is just something disconcerting about any sort of problem that happens at night. I’m not really sure why this is but I’d guess it’s some sort of DNA primal reaction. I like to set the HVAC and then clear my mind for the rest of the night. Sleeping soundly is one of those things that I just have to do to balance myself. The work I do is really stressful and my colleagues are all mostly type A personalities. So there is plenty of conflict and chaos at the office. When I walk into our comfortably HVAC controlled home, that is step one in decompress mode. The last mode is me setting the HVAC and crawling into bed. The other night brought about a heart thumping scare that I haven’t had in quite some time. A huge noise came from the basement which woke everyone in the house. By the time I got down there, the furnace had shut down and there was a weird smell in the air. Immediately, I started kicking myself. This past fall, I forgot to have the HVAC tech out to service the furnace prior to the onset of winter. Now, I was paying for it both out of my wallet and in the 6 years the scare took off my life.