Timing, they say, is everything. Today was an example of lousy timing.Upon on arriving home on Saturday night, we noticed that the house was a little on the cool side, but we didn’t worry about it until the next day. On Sunday morning I went downstairs to check on the furnace and noticed that the pilot light was out. There were big stickers on the unit warning “Under no circumstances should homeowners attempt to re-light the pilot light,” which I took as a reasonable guideline, so June called in “The Man,” who arrived this afternoon. This afternoon I received a call at work from June. The furnace it seems has had it (“Cactus Pooptus” to use the vernacular.) The guy showed June the split seams inside the system via a camera, and explained that the pilot light was off because it had gone into fail-safe mode. Furthermore, there is no way of repairing it. Any such attempt would be both against code and dangerous, as the system would leak carbon monooxide into the house. The furnace had to be 20-plus years old, so it was just time for it to expire. Coming right on top of an expense trip though, this was not what we had planned. On the upside though, we now have a much more energy efficient unit and we’ve noticed already tonight that the heat is much more even throughout all levels of the house.