The real theme of this morning is: cold. Our furnace kicked on this morning — how depressing is that? I’ve been tempted to fire it up a couple of times but didn’t want to be wimpy but this morning the outside thermometer said it was 48 degrees and I heard the big basement rumble that means warm air is coming upstairs. When I was in the shower Bob did some sort of water activity that gave me a nice cold splash and then he came in to say sorry and let all the cold air from the entire house pour into my nice steamy bathroom. Now I’m sitting here with wet hair typing so I guess I’m not suffering that much.

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