Whoever said that you don't miss a great thing until it's gone is an idiot. Because you can't miss things if they're still around. I cannot, for example, lament how I long to be with my left arm because I'm too busy using it. One thing I did have time to miss today, however, was my heat. Woke up this morning and found the house to be a brisk 53 degrees. Looked around all the windows and didn't notice any anomalies, but decided to ignore it anyway. I had errands to run and a pastor to meet-- that's an interesting thing about having a pastor for a dad and going to a church where the pastor knows your dad-- he just might go up to you and say, "Let's get coffee sometimes." And over coffee and a long chat, he just might ask you to do a personality test. And you do it and have him analyze you right then and there because Pastor Paul isn't someone you say no to. And because he has an awesome dog that he brings to work with him.
I digress. After a morning of errands, I realized that it wasn't just a morning thing but that the house was still unseasonably cold when I returned. It remained so for many, many, hours. I guess it was shivering under two blankets, a sweater, and two long sleeves while sipping soup that first tipped me off that I should call for help. And I did. The Dahls came immediately. It was unfortunate that they could not fix the problem, but only keep me company. The heating company, on the other hand, took their slow time getting here. Which explains why I still cannot feel my toes, even with the heat now fixed, the hiking socks, slippers, and blanket draped over me. But whining and possible frostbite and amputation aside, in the end, the heat people delivered. My heater now works. And I delivered a $215 check for their ten-minute repair. With one hour to go, I really can't wait for the next week to come. From here on out, there's no place to go but up.
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