Thankful for my furnace.

Today it is cold.

Bitter cold.

Everyone is commenting on how it should still be autumn, but it is winter.  "Winter in November," they say, and I smile to myself, because pretty much everywhere I've lived before, November really was a winter month.

There is only a slight dusting of snow, but it isn't melting.

On days like today, it is such a blessing to walk into the house and feel the warmth from the furnace.

I am thankful for my furnace.

I'm thankful that it works!

I'm thankful that, when I am freezing, all I have to do is slide a little tab on my thermostat up toward a higher number.  Then, a great whoosh will resound in the basement, followed by warm air puffing deliciously out of all the heat vents.

I am thankful for my furnace.

And hot cocoa.  Yes.  That too.

But I am especially thankful for my furnace.