I sat in my office this afternoon & I began to cry. I was listening to my partner talking about the oil furnace & how it just didn’t seem to be putting out enough heat. I was thinking about my Dad & how she consistently used to complain about how it was never warm enough in her room. Just last year at this time, the people I was with and I were having the conversation about needing a current oil furnace. I told her the people I was with and I had a boiler & not a oil furnace & she slammed her dining room door on me. I lost my mother this year, even though I never thought that one of the things I missed the most, was our fights over having enough heating in the house. I was kneeling in my office crying, & I began to shiver. It easily was freezing in the back end of the house. I guess I never noticed it, because she consistently had her space furnace on & it seemed to take the chill away from this end of the house. I tried to figure out where the chill was coming from. I could know the heat blowing on my feet, from the furnace under my desk. It had nothing to do with the oil furnace not producing enough heat. I told my partner & she sat down at my desk. She went downstairs, & there was an opening in the flashing that led right into my office. The flashing had no insulation & all it did was cover a hole that led right into the back section of the house. Too awful Dad isn’t here to think that she was right all along.