I woke up at 6am because my heater blower started cranking, which was odd.
I live on the 6th floor of a building with 6 floors so between natural sunlight and accepting the rising heat of all the floors below me (my Yankee soul loves this) — my heater almost never has to turn on the blower.
But there it was, snorti…
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