So the heater broke a couple days ago, and the whole house has been run on a space heater and body heat. Right now I'm finding any excuse to turn on the oven. Jeremy is going to try to fix the heater, but seeing how he's not an electrician, I don't know how well that is going to turn out. My uncle should be able to help, but that could take a while because he's always so busy.
On the bright side, the lack of heat has kept me moving much more. All this moving is keeping my house cleaner, and that is a win for everyone. I'm sure Jeremy feels better coming home to a neat space, and I feel better knowing people can drop by whenever they feel like it without having to smell my kitchen.
We haven't had a major snow storm yet, but without the heat on, it makes me nervous. Hell, even with a warm house the threat of snow makes me anxious. I really hate the cold, soggy winters up here. After September I pine for California. Why did I move here again? That's right, because it doesn't cost a million dollars a year to live.
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