No...I have not drowned. I might freeze to death in a house where, despite the temperature being set for 72 degrees, I wake up to 53. Brrr! However, I found a knit cap and wear that to bed. Lots of heavy covers keep the rest of me warm. It's that bloomin' tiled shower -- on an outside wall -- gets me every time! Someone is coming today to look at it. Hope it works soon!
I am diligently working on a new novel which absorbs so much time I barely get to other important activities like...oh...paying bills, making card sets for presents, and fixing dinner. I have about twenty things on my "to do" list and I can't seem to get out of 1776. Quite lovely and terribly frustrating at the same time. I need two of me!
I crossed one item off my list, though, thanks to the wonders of Facebook. Every year since my husband and I have been married, I've written a Christmas letter. Well, maybe not every year, but probably 20 years out of 26. I decided to break with that tradition starting now. Everyone on my list is a FB friend and knows all of our news. Gotta love FB! Except, now what do I do with the Christmas paper I purchased last year for the letter? Hmmm.
Furnace man is here and not even General George Washington can call me back to the Revolution.
Until next time,