Woke up this morning under a pile of blankets all tucked in around me, toque on my head and only my little nose exposed to the elements. The cold smelled crisp. My cellphone alarm went off, and reluctantly I freed my arm from my warm cocoon and turned the alarm off. Checked the time. 7am.
It is so hard to convince oneself to get up when it's warm under the covers- and outside of the covers you can see your breath. I count to three and throw back the blankets- Then make a dash out of my bedroom, through my icy living room and into the practically frosted over bathroom to immediately throw the shower into a state of hot water and steam.
In half an hour the furnace installers would be here. Thank God.
It's 10:30 now- and two men (one of them 6'3") are in my low ceiling basement, banging and drilling away. I'm in my living room where I've lit a fire in the fireplace- and all the candles I have. It takes the edge off- but I still require two sweaters, fuzzy slippers, and a blanket. My computer provides warmth on my lap. I'm considering having some wine.
When my brain thaws, I'll think about what to write in a blog. For now- I'll just let the word "blog" slosh around in the slurpy inside my head. Blog. Blog. . . Blog blog blog blog blog blog blog blog. Blog. . . That's a stupid word.
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