When I left the house this morning, it was 6 degrees Farenheit outside. I mention this little fact because a) the bus has been running late (30 min. yesterday morning, 20 min. last night) so I’ve had a front-row seat of the weather, and b) the heat is out in our entire apartment complex right now.
Our very responsible landlord left a message yesterday apologizing for the room temp and explaining that things should be back on track this afternoon, so I’m not complaining. These things happen in old buildings. Nope, I’m just remarking that when it’s 6 degrees (or less) outside and you’ve got no heat, you starts thinking about things like the possibility of getting frostbite in your own bed. And whether your fooffy showdog really has enough survival instincts to curl up in a little ball to keep herself warm.
(The answers, happily, have been “no” and “yes,” respectively.)
I tried messing around with postcard/business card ideas during lunch today, but everything looked terrible. Will try again tomorrow…when it’s warmer.