Dispatch from the Heartland, Part III: Living in the tropics
So I've been here for a week now, and I am sweating my ass off.
Yes, it's in the 20's (on a good day) but my mom, God love her, keeps her house at 80 degrees. Needless to say, she's still cold, but I am sweating the aforementioned rear-end off. My only escape is "my" bedroom, where I have closed the vent, and it is about 70 degrees.
And now they are threatening to have a blizzard. At least I won't have to worry about shoveling the snow off the roof.
In other news, I went to church today. Make of that what you will.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow I think I will replace the dryer vent. I'd kill for a drill, btw.
Yes, it's in the 20's (on a good day) but my mom, God love her, keeps her house at 80 degrees. Needless to say, she's still cold, but I am sweating the aforementioned rear-end off. My only escape is "my" bedroom, where I have closed the vent, and it is about 70 degrees.
And now they are threatening to have a blizzard. At least I won't have to worry about shoveling the snow off the roof.
In other news, I went to church today. Make of that what you will.
Tomorrow? Tomorrow I think I will replace the dryer vent. I'd kill for a drill, btw.
posted by Catalina Vel-DuRay @ Sunday, February 11, 2007
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