My Heater Quit on a Sunday

A Poem by Yours Truly

It started with cold on a quiet Sunday.
I shivered and cried in my duvet all day.

I blamed Texas weather. I blamed my sweet wife.
I blamed the dumb chaos that follows my life.

Still cold from the ceiling. Still cold from the floor.
The system was running but warming no more.

So I did what we all do when cold and confused.
I Googled in panic. I’d nothing to lose.

“My heater’s not heating.” “My house is too cold.”
“What’s wrong with my HVAC?” “Is ten years too old?”

Was voltage too low? Was the fan out of line?
These things always break at the worst bloody time.

Not when you're ready or when the time's right.
Always on weekends. And ALWAYS at night.

I placed the call fast, no patience to spare.
A tech checked the system from panel to air.

Ten minutes later, the warm air returned.
A simple repair and a quick lesson learned.

If it runs but won’t heat, don’t spiral or curse.
Check breakers and filters before things get worse.

And if noises get weird or if something smells wrong.
That’s not a quirk; that’s your cue to act on.

So don’t do what I did and wait for the burst.
Right when you think it’s fine, it just gets worse.

So listen up, mate, here’s my message to you.
If your heater stops, and your lips turn all blue.

Learn from my Sunday. Make sure you prepare.
Don’t sit in denial. Call Heritage Air.