You know what? I really don't like it when I nap three hours longer than I intended to. C'est la vie, non? Yeah, yeah, yeah, enough frog-speak. *chuckles*

Oops, CD died, BRB

Okay. Obviously my CD player is tired of Peter Gabriel. I switched to Annie Lennox. Her "Medusa" disc. Good schtuff.

It finally got warm in my room. Finally. Since I'm downstairs and about four feet of the 8 1/2 foot tall outer wall is concrete, it really takes some effort to get it warm. For instance, one has to turn the heat on. For a long while.

That's one of the things that was nice about the other house, on cold days. We'd light a fire downstairs and since the chimney went through my room, it was a continual heat source. I liked that part. No turning on the heater and wasting electricity.

Oh fuggedaboudid as a friend of mine once said. This entry is pretty much a waste of pixel space. I'm not saying anything of merit.

Let's just move on.

*patpats your hind end to push you on through this unfinished exhibit* That's a good viewer, go on now, catch up with the rest of the tour.