Selfish, shameful relief. It always arrives in the winter, when it's nasty outside, and either there is a a heating / air conditioning truck in someone's driveway or, in an updated version of that, the city sends out an e-notify about a homeowner in the neighborhood pulling a permit:
"Permit type: Gas Furnace"
The mind wanders over briefly to wonder why someone would get a new furnace in the middle of the coldest winter in years. Then the mind shudders and runs away from that thought, occupied with a new one: Thank God it isn't me.
And knowing darned well that some day it will be.