Calloo, callay, O frabjous day! Our heat came on while we were at the store–after a whole weekend of us freezing our kiesters off. “Okay, they’ve left–we can do some heating now. We can always conk out again this evening!”
This morning it was warmer outdoors than it was in our living room. By “warmer” I mean “less freakin’ cold.” Cold enough for the ink to flow out of the ballpoint pen only with great difficulty.
It’s not very restful to “sleep”, if we may call it that, while shivering. Before I write anything else, I’m going to have to find a sunny spot and sit there for a while See yiz later!