Yes, -3°F. It was warmer when I went to bed last night, but it must have been the wrong temperature for the radon-removal fan, which is on the other side of the outside wall from the headboard of my bed and which began to set up a terrible, ringing buzz right as I had almost dozed off.
I thought it was the furnace. The replacement A coil for the air-conditioning last summer required replacing the entire air-distribution box on top of the furnace and as a result, the ductwork has picked up an entirely new set of sounds.
Nope. Not a duct.
The refrigerator, perhaps? It has its own set of sounds, some louder and more worrying than others.
Nope. Not the fridge
So I found myself shivering in nightgown, robe and sandals, standing on the back stoop in the well-below-freezing cold, listening to-- Yes, there it was, drifting around the corner from the open end of the radon vent tucked up under the eaves: a sound like a distant air-raid siren.
It was late. I was sleepy. After an entire thirty seconds consideration, I decided the darned thing was either going to be okay, it was going to blow a breaker, or it was just going to fall apart and in any event, I needed to sleep and wasn't up tp just shutting it off. I went back to bed and ulled the covers up over my ears.
This morning it's running fine, as quiet as ever. At -3°F. Maybe there was a desperate squirrel draped across the open end last night, or a flock of shivering, vibrating bats in the pipe.
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