Heating update

They're waiting to hear from the manufacturer about a 'custom made piece of sheet metal,'
and it 'may not be today, it may be tomorrow.'

55 degrees.

Also, it turns out that Ellariens (still) don't like porridge/oatmeal. I tried, but only managed to get through about two-thirds of the serving before it congealed beyond edibility.

Heat!

I popped out to the grocery store, then had lunch (hot soup), then headed out again for Target. When I came back, laden with gorgeous red-and-black plates and mugs, the maintenance team was in possession. They've now left, and I have heat -- somewhat quieter heat than formerly, I think, and pilotless, which should simplify my life a little. (The old furnace had a ridiculously large pilot flame, a good six inches high, which burned about ten dollars of gas a month all on its own, so had to be turned off every spring and re-lit in autumn --- sometimes only just ahead of the cold weather and sometimes a day or two later than that.) Currently I'm merrily heating the neighborhood, as I have to keep the door open until it's burned off the protective oil coating,
but that's a temporary condition.

(I can't believe there isn't a mood option for 'warm!')

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Oatmeal baked up with flour and sugar and eggs and raisins, on the other hand, is perfectly edible.

On the gripping hand, the gorgeous new plates may have been designed for people with larger kitchens than mine. My dish cabinet is a foot deep and two feet wide, but it has double doors and a wide batten down the middle, so that the openings are 8.5" by 9.5" or thereabouts, and it turns out that rather deep, 11.25" diameter dinner plates will only go in three deep, and the third one is a tight squeeze. They can go in the other cabinet, which is a single-opening one, sixteen inches wide, but that means shuffling up the other stuff -- miscellaneous containers, placemats and coasters, a collection of candles and candle-holders, and a couple of goblets -- that lives in there. Also, the mugs are too wide to fit anywhere but the middle aisle of the dishwasher rack, and I have no idea where they are going to end up, though I should really retire a few of the oldest pre-existing ones.

They are gorgeous, though -- rich red crackle glaze on the inside and dark on the outside.