No sleep for the wicked.
At least not for those who have no heat.
Awake at dawn, frozen solid.
The furnace tech : “I will be there in the morning.”
At approximately 1pm, there he was.
The cat and I?
Sweat shirt, jeans, shoes and heavy sock, with a robe, hat and gloves.
What a sight.
In her own world, but hungry, every 25 minutes.
I tried to find the heater but, as most ancient persons, I forgot where it was.
When the furnace was fixed and the oil was delivered, it was time to celebrate.
Cindy, the bad influence in my life, and I shared a few hours, being crazy.
I love craziness.
Really very tired.
Can’t wait to feel warm and cozy.
Life is all about comfort.
And that, my friends, is my goal tonight.
Enjoying feeling thankful that I have a warm house, a deranged cat, and crazy friends.