Well it got to the low 50s inside the house, and it was cold. (The bedrooms were still warm). And I was kind of grumpy – I’ve realized this recently, if I try to skimp a little on the heating/cooling and it’s too warm or cold in the house, I get moody, grouchy – work seems like a pointless burden. It pains me to think that I’ve turned into some sort of climate control princess, but I think it’s, unfortunately true. Though, I’d get hardly anyone would be happy at 52F in the house. But our nice HVAC guy came late on Thursday night and installed a new blower and it took all night for the house to rewarm itself.
I didn’t want to go out to eat every night, so we temporarily set up a dining room in our primary bedroom.
But then by Friday, we were back in business, my parents came over for Indian food.
And there are no eggs at the grocery store.
