December 10, 2008

White Dog cuddled closer against me during the night and I was grateful for the warmth she added to the bed. Somewhere in my sleep-state I thought the furnace was awfully silent but its significance escaped my numbed brain. When White Dog and Steve went to the Park early in the morning, Steve commented that the house seemed cold. Yes, it was cold...somewhere in the night the furnace had stopped working! Now White Dog lies on the blanket covering my feet as we await Adam who will hopefully be able to tinker and fix our ancient heater...not tell us that we must invest in a new one!