I sat in my office this afternoon and I began to cry. I was listening to my husband talking about the furnace and how it just didn’t seem to be putting out enough heat. I was thinking about my mom and how she always used to complain about how it was never warm enough in her room. Just last year at this time, we were having the conversation about needing a new furnace. I told her we had a boiler and not a furnace and she slammed her bedroom door on me. I lost my mother this year, but I never thought that one of the things I missed the most, was our arguments over having enough heating in the house. I was sitting in my office crying, and I began to shiver. It really was cold in the back end of the house. I guess I never noticed it, because she always had her space heater on and 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 feel the heat blowing on my feet, from the heater under my desk. It had nothing to do with the furnace not producing enough heat. I told my husband and he sat down at my desk. He went downstairs, and there was an opening in the flashing that led right into my office. The flashing had no insulation and all it did was cover a hole that led right into the back part of the house. Too bad mom isn’t here to know that she was right all along.