All last week, the furnace acted "funny". Sometimes it would come on and not go off. Sometimes it wouldn't come on at all on "Auto", only if manually switched to "On". Then I'd have to turn it off before leaving home for more than a few minutes.
On Friday, I asked Maintenance to have a look.
"Just the thermostat", he said, and installed a new one.
We wish that's all it was. By 6:30, the nice new digital thermostat showed the temp in the flat was 66F. By morning, it was 63. Brrrrrrrrrrrrr
Granted, I could've called in an emergency repair request, but I hated to make anyone come out on a cold night. Instead, I put on extra blankets and toughed it out until morning.
The diagnosis: the elements in the furnace were worn out...but couldn't be replaced until Monday.
While the furnace was undergoing major surgery, I left to run a few errands. The official temp Monday morning was 14F, but factor in wind chill and the real temp was ZERO.
Was I surprised the heater in my car chose that day to stop working?
Of course not.
When the heat in one's home and one's car both quit at the same time, the Universe is strongly hinting that one should move where it's warm this time of year, using the Snow Shovel Recognition Method for relocation:
Move to the first place someone says:
"What's that thing on the front of your car?".
For the record, every year around this time I vow to move to a warmer clime, but haven't done so yet, and unless I win the Big Lottery (enough to live in England permanently), probably never will.