I stayed home from church today because I’m feeling run down, and I spent most of the morning huddled under blankets trying to ward off the chill of the September air in our little house.
When mom got home from church, she saw me piled underneath two layers of fleece, and asked:
“Would you like me to turn the heat on?”
“We have heat?”
“Yeah, you goober. We filled the oil tank this week.”
“Oh…right. That’d be great.”
*shiver*
We’ve been having some cold nights here (50 and under), but these days it really warms up during the day. But I slept under two blankets and with a sweatshirt and wool sweater on.
I’m trying to hold off turning on the heat as long as possible. Mostly ’cause once you turn it on, then winter’s won and you don’t turn it off again until April. I prefer to be in denial that it’s the end of September.
Also, I’m very sorry about Peanut. I hope Rex is doing okay without her. My sister’s dog didn’t even really like my brother’s or dad’s dog, but when my dad gave them away, my sister’s dog moped for days.