Im sorry, friends but this is going to be a short post tonight. I’m angry. Angry that it was so cold again today. I sat in my family room tonight wrapped in my robe with my feet under pillows, listening to the sound of my furnace running constantly. My hands never warmed up. It’s not right. Its just not right. I refuse to turn up the heat when it’s almost the end of March. I want to be outside. I want to open my windows. I want to complain about having to mow the lawn. At this point, I can’t imagine ever wanting to turn on the air conditioner. I long for 80 degrees and sunshine heating up my house.
So with that off my chest, let me say that I am thankful I have a working furnace and a way to keep warm. I know what I’m complaining about is minor in the grand scheme of things. I’m also thankful it’s supposed to get to 60 degrees by Sunday. That’s something to look forward to. It’s a start.