"The furnace at my house broke the other day. I noticed the house seemed colder than usual Monday morning, but didn't really think much of it. I left for work and the house was still cold, but not that cold. But that evening I received a text from my mother: Furnace broken. Sleeping at Nonnie's. "
The furnace was dead in the middle of January. We were staying in my grandparent's house to keep warm. And I had cider fermenting. I don't remember all the details, but by the time I got home from work, the house was in the 50's. I packed some clothes and toiletries for the night, grabbed the carboy of cider, and headed to a warmer house.
You see, my first thought when I got the text was not to worry about pipes bursting or houseplants dying or trying to sleep in a cold house. It was concern that the yeast I was using in the cider would not be happy fermenting below 65 degrees.
In the end, things worked out just dandy. The cider survived, fermented out completely, and is waiting to be bottled (probably this weekend).
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