My cold and I came home to a house where one could successfully hang meat. (And no, that is not a reference to my dating life.) Luckily I already knew my heating was on the fritz and had scheduled a visit from the heating repair guys (not Robert DeNiro in Brazil drag), and so they were here an hour or so after me.
At least I’m home. And it’s warm. Now.
I do report some mild success with Writing Related Program Activities this afternoon, while the ever-wise