Something Funny About Gas

A funny thing happened while I was paying bills yesterday.

Maybe it wasn’t particularly funny but I did laugh while making out my check to the gas company.

I know, with the continually rising price of natural gas, you’d think there would be very little reason to laugh at the February bill for heat and hot water.

But, you see, now that I own a house, I’m actually paying close to half of what I paid in my last apartment for gas.

Don’t get me wrong. I loved my apartment. It was the upper level of this 90-year-oldhouse downtown. It had all this character and beautiful woodwork and original windows — and no insulation to speak of.

As a result, while most everyone else is bemoaning their ever-increasing gas bill, I’m doing okay.