My heater has been broken for two days.
Yesterday morning when I woke up, it was nine degrees outside in my little mountain town at seven thousand feet. I love the cold, don’t get me wrong but this is intense. This might be the coldest I have ever been.
My brother says he can come look at my heater in two weeks.
So I guess that is two weeks of sleeping in two sweaters, mittens and a hat.
The good thing is I’m not even tempted to get up and pig out eating a huge breakfast. No French Toast or Goat Cheese and Crab Omelet for me.
It’s so cold, I don’t even want to eat.
There are very few times in my life I have been so uncomfortable I did not want to eat; when I had my wisdom teeth out comes to mind. I’m so cold when I get up in the morning that I don’t even want to make something simple like a smoothie. I just want to leave my house asap.
The good thing about this, is I get up and I actually go running right away, no procrastinating and running out of time.
I do have a wood burning fire place in this house, but the problem with that, is it takes about an hour for it to heat up the living room, and that’s all it heats up, is the living room.
I seriously might sleep downstairs in front of the fire tonight. I’m really considering it.
