I sat in my office this afternoon and I began to cry. I was listening to my partner talking about the gas furnace and how it just didn’t seem to be putting out enough heat. I was thinking about my mom and how he typically used to complain about how it was never moderate enough in his room. Just last year at this time, every one of us were having the conversation about needing a current gas furnace. I told his every one of us had a boiler and not a gas furnace and he slammed his family room door on me. I lost my mother this year, even though I never thought that a single of the things I missed the most, was our arguments over having enough heating in the house. I was resting in my office crying, and I began to shiver. It really was frigid in the back end of the house. I guess I never noticed it, because he typically had his area heating system 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 think the heat blowing on my feet, from the heating system under my desk. It had nothing to do with the gas furnace not producing enough heat. I told my partner 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 area of the house. Too terrible mom isn’t here to think that he was right all along.