I was out'a bed early this morning, 3:00 AM... likely because of the frostbite beginning on the tip of my nose. The three thermometers I could see all agreed at -25° outside, and the thermostat on the dining room wall said 61° in the house. I discovered the furnace had pretty much devoured it's overnight feeding from last night, so I stuffed to the gills... two full armloads of Burr Oak. With that cold air being blown through the air jacket I don't believe the draft blower cycled off once during that first (yeah, I said first) load.
Jump to 5:00 AM, two hours later... -27° outside, 63° in the house and the furnace had all but blown through that first loading. Stuffed it full again with 1½ armloads, and by the time I walked back upstairs the house had jumped one more degree... 64°... Damn‼
6:45 AM, the wife comes walking out with a scowl, complaining about how cold it is in the bedroom. A quick recheck revels it's now -28° outside... but the house is finally starting to pull away from the cold, 67° at the thermostat.
7:30 AM, 69° in the house after my shower and getting dressed. The daughter comes walking out with that "this sucks" look on her face proclaiming it's cold in her room. And the wife answers back, "Yeah, your dad must'a screwed up and forgot to load the firebox last night." Then I get to hear the actual words spew from the daughter's lips, "WELL, THAT REALLY SUCKS DAD‼"
8:00 AM, just before heading into work, 70° in the house... and I shoved another full armload in the firebox for good measure... at least a decent sized coal bed was finally forming. It's been a long time since I can remember actually feeling flat spots on radial tires... but I did this morning.
In just five hours this morning I believe I shoved more firewood in that furnace than I did in the five days prior‼
I can only come to one conclusion... I need a bigger furnace
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Jump to 5:00 AM, two hours later... -27° outside, 63° in the house and the furnace had all but blown through that first loading. Stuffed it full again with 1½ armloads, and by the time I walked back upstairs the house had jumped one more degree... 64°... Damn‼
6:45 AM, the wife comes walking out with a scowl, complaining about how cold it is in the bedroom. A quick recheck revels it's now -28° outside... but the house is finally starting to pull away from the cold, 67° at the thermostat.
7:30 AM, 69° in the house after my shower and getting dressed. The daughter comes walking out with that "this sucks" look on her face proclaiming it's cold in her room. And the wife answers back, "Yeah, your dad must'a screwed up and forgot to load the firebox last night." Then I get to hear the actual words spew from the daughter's lips, "WELL, THAT REALLY SUCKS DAD‼"
8:00 AM, just before heading into work, 70° in the house... and I shoved another full armload in the firebox for good measure... at least a decent sized coal bed was finally forming. It's been a long time since I can remember actually feeling flat spots on radial tires... but I did this morning.
In just five hours this morning I believe I shoved more firewood in that furnace than I did in the five days prior‼
I can only come to one conclusion... I need a bigger furnace
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