I realized today, after I don’t know how many cold days, that the heating vents in the basement were all closed, and so the whooshing noise that I thought was air blowing into the room was the sound of air trying to get out. This explains (while outside it’s getting down to 0°) why it was so cool in the house,except in my boiling hot office. The rest of the week will be more pleasant, I can hope.
For my first day back after four days off, the day was manic, with meetings and things to fix and also a great feeling of grumpiness because I had a small breakfast and, with my teeth jn, I wasn’t snacking all day. At some point I’ll attain balance in my life, I swear.

At least Frogmorton is following me around and showing his loyalty….

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