A few days ago we blew a fuse.
Both Mr. fix-it and I were upstairs
working in different rooms. Both of
us were blasting our small space heaters.
My overhead light and heater stopped.
I went out into the hallway. “What happened?”
“We blew a fuse.”
Mr. Fix-it wasted no time. He was on that little
problem pronto. He dropped another source of power into
my “room.” After many beeps from a stud finder he crawled
around in the attic rafters and ran electric lines down through the walls.
And voila, we happily run our heaters again.
And its a good thing since the brrr hasn’t let up.
