Wednesday, December 15, 2004

The Arctic Tundra

I'm talking about my BEDROOM! Brrrrrrrrr. Apparently my wall heater went out before two. Because that's when my orange tabby, who's in heat, started that God-awful meowing which woke me up. I tried to relight it (the heater, not the cat) but couldn't. It won't STAY lit. So. It's a cold son of a gun in here right now.
BUT...how opportune. Instead of piddling around on the computer, I will be compelled to take my frost-bitten heiney into the living room where there are NO distractions, but there is HEAT! BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
And it is there, beside the lovely Christmas tree, where I will work on my blocking and write notes longhand. GASP! The only problem with that, is that I must slow my brain down far enough so that my hands may keep up. (GGG) I hate to lose something valuable in the crevices of my mind. Of course, wouldn't be the first time (shrug and grin).
Grins*

1 comment:

Crystal* said...

Janie,

*laughing* Who says it's the caffeine? LMAO I'm like this ALL the time.
It's a windy sonofagun here. We had a tornado up on the hill this last summer. (My back yard)
It's ALL a wind tunnel here :)~~
Bundle up and take care!
Grins*