It seems I took an unplanned hiatus, which is a whole lot better than an unplanned pregnancy. I didn't realize my last post about rape-y lions live so long in the top spot.
Nine whole days of life was spent in Florida and the Caribbean. Yep, we managed to sneak in a much-needed nod to my old ways, before I completely forgot how to vacation.
I was able to get right back in the swing of it.
In other news, being gone right after Thanksgiving, on top of the fact that we had a late holiday, with only four weeks til Christmas, has put us quite a bit behind on Festivus Activities.
I need to do a little shopping. Er, a lot of shopping. I have like one thing bought for one person.
I have to find the presents I bought for my dad and his Lady last year, that I never got mailed to them in time. If I wait about two more days, it'll be too late again this year.
We didn't manage to get the garage cleaned out in time to beat Old Man Winter at his snowy game, so we're still stuck in our old ways of scrapping snow off of cars. But I'm hoping to find some time this weekend to do a little more to remedy that situation.
We did manage to purchase a Christmas tree and put it up last night ~ raises Victory arms and high-fives self~.
It's not decorated yet. I figured I'd wait a day or two and see if the cats knock it over. So far they are only mildly interested.
We had been struggling this winter to figure out how to program our thermostat. It's very fancy, which translates to complicated. We had to download a brochure. Er, My Mister did, not a true 'we". It was programmed to set at 62 degrees, going up to 66 in the morning before I had to get up of work The rest of the times we'd turn on the fireplace to knock the chill off the room in the evening.
That was fine for Oct/Nov. Once snow started blowing up our snatches over here, 62 was just way too cold. And then I fucked around with the programming and did something which added some function of plus -or - minus 2 degrees to it, so it was hovering around 60 degrees.
My grandmother would have been very proud of us.
In the meantime, I'm not quite ready to wrap myself up in a babushka at night, and the bill hasn't creeped up too high (yet), so we're living on the wild side, and have it programmed at 64 in the evening, and all the way up to a toasty 70 when I have to get up in the morning. I think it still goes down to 62 at 11:00 p.m. Something happens.
So that's the story of our thermostat.