Hey! Guess what I haven't done in forever?! You've got it... updated this thing!
Probably because I really haven't had that much going on, maybe because I am lazy and most assuredly because my laptop is dying a slow and painful death and I try not to tax her with too many windows open. She starts to wheeze and whirl. The First Fan of Death begins and I know I have a mere 8 minutes time left before the second, all powerful Fan Of Impending Death comes on and then everything freezes, usually right in the middle of a killer Facebook Scrabble Move so I am left with a frozen screen and a word that is worth 5 points instead of 63.

Such is life.

Why am I deciding to post this morning, you may ask? There are a few reasons quite frankly.
1) The slow morph into the Ghost of My Grandmother is nearly complete. Last nights actions nearly solidified the transformation. While in the basement doing laundry I wandered by the oil tank (which we had just fed 100 gallons of oil week before last!), noticed the needle was hovering slightly above a quarter of a tank and promptly marched upstairs and turned it down to 64. I usually keep it hovering between 64 and 66 (3rd floor folks, it's not that bad!) and trot around telling my roommates to put on some layers godamnit, we're not made of money but it had been a chilly week and I allowed it to crawl up to 68 at one point or another. No more. This tank of oil was going to 'last us the rest of the winter' (allow for maximum Caroline Ingall's voice here) and now we're down to a 1/4 of a tank and it's mid-February. So pull out those hoodies guys because I'm enforcing a lockdown on the thermostat. Of course, this means when I awoke this morning and went to leisurely roll out of bed on this lovely day off, I could almost smell the cold in the air. My windows were slightly frosted. On the inside. I have a hoodie and fingerless mittens on, typing this. There is already a sheet draped over the new couch to keep off the cat fur... the transformation is nearly complete.

2) If there's one thing I hate more than NPR Pledge Drives it's Bahamas commercials. I KNOWit's better in the Bahamas where animated Mai Tai's frolic with Sesame Street Characters getting massages on the beach but do I need to see four commercials by 8am telling me so? I just want to watch the morning news and drink my coffee with my fingerless mittens and not be constantly reminded that there's warmth and happiness out there somewhere below the Mason Dixon line.

3) It's President's day weekend and since I am not buying a new car or acquiring new furniture (I like my sheet covered IKEA Klippan thank you very much) it means I merely have the day off like the respectable public servant that I am. And like any good American that means drinking copious amounts of coffee this morning, turning the oven on to heat the house for a few minutes, not lighting a match and watching the rest of Season One of Weeds.

Perfect.