I went to visit my mom and dad for a weekend. I had recently had my furnace serviced prior to making my trip, so I assumed all would be well. I turned the thermostat down to fifty right before walking out the door, and I left with a good feeling. I spent the holiday weekend with my family. We went skiing and sat around the fireplace. It was an old-fashioned Thanksgiving with my brothers, sister, and parents, all talking about the past. More often than not, we were talking at once and laughing at each other. When it came time to go home, we were all upset, and no one wanted to be the first to leave. It was difficult when I pulled out of the driveway and saw my parents still waving from the porch. As soon as I got onto the highway, my anxiety ended and I was now ready to get home. I was ready to get home, turn up the thermostat, and get my laundry done. I wanted to get ready for work the following day. You can not understand how upset I was when I walked into the house only to see icicle hanging from my cupboard. The house was frigid, and there were icicles hanging off the ceiling. I looked at the thermostat and it was still set at fifty, but the temperature was only twenty-one degrees. I called the HVAC company, who sent someone to the house an hour later. I was pleased that it wasn’t my furnace. The batteries in my thermostat had died. Now I need to see if my homeowner’s insurance will cover the damage.