I'm home. I'm tired. And I have no heat in my house. The bedroom has its own thermostat and that's working, but the main is not. It looks like I had a power failure, the alarm was going off when I got in. Why would anyone design an alarm to tell me I lost power? I can tell I lost power. Every clock in the house blinks like a Christmas tree.
There are 262 emails in my inbox. My physical mailbox was stuffed to the brim with gardening catalogs, magazines, (and bills). On my way up, I heard they had snow in Dallas.
Right now, it's a balmy sixty degrees in my living room. The dogs are tired and have crashed into their beds. Sheesh! It's not like they did all the driving.
Give me through the weekend to sort through my mail. If I can, I'll post again later today. It is after all New Year's Eve, and good manners dictate I should say something mildly prophetic.
It's good to be back. Now if I can only get my heat back.
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