one lonely success

So last week, my heater in the house went out. This coincided nicely with “Stormwatch 2004″ here in SoCal. The repair man was out by Friday and said that he had mistakingly brought the wrong part. However, I was assured that I shouldn’t worry because he would be back on Monday! At 6pm!

Nice.

Not to worry loyal readers, my concrete-walled home only dipped down to 58 F degrees overnight. Today, I pulled out the DuraFlame’s and built a masterpiece of a fire. So, now an entire half of my dining room is a toasty 64 degrees.

Smores, anyone?