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It’s Cold


We’ve been without heat over here for over twenty-four hours. I’d like to thank Environmental Systems for coming out on a Saturday and diagnosing our problem. It’s not their fault that we need a part that has to be ordered on Monday and that we probably won’t have heat until midweek. I’d like to thank my husband for remembering that we had two space heaters and actually knowing where we put them, and for going out and buying each of us furry heated blankets. Big thanks to all the folks who offered to put us up during our time of coldness. So far my desire to be in my own home is outweighing any discomfort from the low temperatures. 

Possibly because of all of this, the filter I have that keeps me from saying exactly what I am thinking is malfunctioning. You may think that having my own blog means getting to say what ever I feel like saying whenever I feel like it. Maybe some folks do that. I have a lot of internal battles. Sometimes I feel that letting it all hang out will do more harm than good. Or that, frankly, nobody wants to hear all that.

But, just for today…

Nah. Can’t do it. 

I’d like to point out that I correctly predicted that there would be an enormous snow storm and absolutely no one would say that “the children should be in school.” I don’t anticipate that any of my other predictions will pan out, though. 

I’ll be back tomorrow, hopefully with filter in place. In the mean time, what do you think are the top stories in Columbia/HoCo right now?

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