Well, I might be waiting...and I haven't started on the three bills that need to be paid today.
It was 8 when I woke up at 7:42 am. So it was 8 for the 8 o'clock hour. I just called again and it has finally hit 9--and it's 9 o'clock. Looky that.
I can't believe I'm (back) in the denial stage. Oh crap, did I just write that sentence?
Well, if anything's going to get me moving this morning, it might be that it is a hair-washing day, so I'd better start the water. Good thing it's a balmy 52 degrees in my garret.
Good thing I like winter...
Enough with the procrastination...
[the water is now running. Guess I'll write a few checks...bye!]
2 years ago
4 comments:
52? We keep our house at 62 and I thought that was cold!
I really hate it when the title goes over top of my comment, so I'm writing another one.
.... what to say...
I got nothing.
you are on the 3rd flr how can it be only 52? doesn't heat rise?
My house is at 58 during the day & that is too cold to get anything done. (Except huddle under blankets & read)
um, I set the therm at 68. But all my walls are outer walls (being that I am the top floor.) And those walls are not well insulated. And heat *would* rise if there was heat TO rise...the piano player on the first floor doesn't heat his apt much and the 2nd floor is vacant until March. So...I got a cold garret. BUT, EE Sally's husband came today to put plastic on my windows, I'm hoping that will help an itty bitty bit.
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