Upon arriving home from one of the most mind-bogglingly pointless days in all of nursing school history realize that it seems pretty fucking cold in the house.

Did I turn the heat way down before I left?

No.

It just stopped working. Sweet!

Having heat in Kansas in February (see previous post regarding snow) is really just a small thing. Really.

Sitting here with the cough brought home from fourth grade field trip, Cat who keeps trying to make a jail break, and the space heater while the HVAC man rustles and thumps around in the attic hopefully working some kind of handy man magic that will restore my furnaces warm, blowy powers.

If not will try not to be annoyed that the temperature inside is keeping me from getting naked and taking my newly arrived black-and-blue swirled like an old-school Brunswick sex accessory for a spin.

Either way don't drop by unannounced 'cause I'll be spending the weekend having make-up sex and playing Monopoly. And taking naps.

But mostly having make-up sex.