The scene: New Year’s Eve.
The plan: a quiet evening at home with family. The energy is palpable—a mix of magic, anticipation, and, in my case this year, a touch of mayhem.
Our house was brimming with holiday joy and the comfort of family, but then the heat started acting up—a major problem in frigid temperatures. Two technicians came out during the week and failed to find the source of the problem. By New Year’s Eve, the heat stopped working altogether. We found one more technician who agreed to come out and the third time happened to be a charm. After many phone calls, we found the only repair technician available who agreed to take a look immediately.
But the repairman had an additional finding. Miles, our chocolate lab, followed him down to the boiler room.