I had a horrible day at work, just crappy clients and a no-show (who wasn't in day care because of head lice, so I actually sort of consider that a win), come home and my 16 year old tells me he had a HUGE fight with my dad, who is an asshole, and that it felt like "they disowned each other." After talking with son for a bit I decide I'd better turn on my heat for the first time since it's going into the 30s tonight. Turn up the thermostat...

Loud boom from the cellar. I went partly down the stairs, long enough to see that the door of the furnace had blown off, there was a little smoke and a LOT of gas smell. Turned off the thermostat, opened windows and called the gas company, and then my son and I waited outside, hoping my cats weren't about to blow up.

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Nothing exploded, no fire, and the gas company came out immediately, disconnected the gas line from the heater and said it was safe, but a) I still have to have windows open for a little bit to clear out the smell and it's fucking freezing and b) I'm going to have to get a repair person out. If it's a repair that'll hurt, but if it needs to be replaced I literally have no idea what I'll do. I have NO savings and NO credit. None.

So. Fuck my life.