NO GAME JAN. 20

[Dead Greyhawk]

Hi all,

We've got NO HEAT. It's chilly. There's only a high of 25 tomorrow.

The repair people are supposed to come out in the morning and fix our heat. We don't know if they are going to succeed.

If we have heat, the game is on. If we don't, the house will be an icebox, and the game is off.

To buy the repair people some time, I'm going to delay the start of the game until 2 pm, like before.

BEFORE YOU LEAVE THE HOUSE, PLEASE CALL ME, AND I WILL TELL YOU THE SITUATION!

Grumpily yours,
the DM (and the power behind the throne)

[Dead Greyhawk]

Hi all,

Repair guy just left, and the house is still an icebox. No heat until at least Monday, so NO GAME TODAY. Sorry for any inconvenience.

See you next week.

[Dead Greyhawk]

I'd just like to say that I could see my breath inside my house when I came back home today. It was 38 degrees inside my house. We've now bought 3 space heaters and have lit a fire in the fireplace, bringing the house in general up into the balmy 40s and some rooms up over 50 degrees! Otto (and Mrs. Otto) get three cheers for hosting us last night, and Winthrop gets kudos for offering as well.

The saga continues, as repair folk continue to be unreliable, parts are ordered (and hopefully sent), and appointments are made. More to come on the next installment of As the House Turns Cold.

[Dead Greyhawk]

By the way, the Power Behind the Throne (tPBtT, horrible acronym) is pleased to report that it's now warm enough for the thermostat to actually measure a temperature in the dining room!

[Dead Greyhawk]

Hurrah! We have heat again. Many thanks to those who offered temporary housing during the Smallest Ice Age.