>> Saturday, December 17, 2011
I sat in my room writing … fingers flying over the keys. But gradually they moved slower and slower … because they were getting cold. We had just moved into our cold weather season and the heat had only been on a few days. Maybe there’s something wrong with the furnace. But there sure shouldn’t be. We’ve only lived here 18 months. It should last longer than that before breaking. My thoughts continued as the words flowed to the screen.