I wish all my windows weren't ten and fifteen feet off the ground, or else I'd plastic them from the outside. As it is, three out of the five will inevitably be scratched open by the cats, so doing the hairdryer plastic is sort of pointless.

BTW I looove having a space heater in the bathroom, if that's a viable option.

I've thought about it, but I'm worried about accidentally splashing water on it. Though I might -- my shower doesn't really get hot water, just warm, so I'm probably going to get sick of freezing every time I take a shower pretty soon.

I insulated a window, all by myself!

Yay, Hil!

my shower doesn't really get hot water, just warm

You're not in a place where you can access the hot water heater, are you? My water was way too hot, and the repairdude showed me how to change the temperature setting - totally easy.

I am cold. Probably because I'm stubbornly sitting in front of a patio window because I want to see a sunlit view. But still. Cold. I've promised to go to a Thing tonight, and I wish I hadn't, I want to curl up on the couch under a warm blankie and read and not talk to humans. But I promised, so I have to go showere and put on outside clothes and become a Normal Human for a few hours. Ugh.

I am onerousing today! I threw in a load of laundry, groomed the dog, vacuumed (one must always do those two tasks in that order), and scheduled cleaners. Now I have to run off to pick up Dad and take him to the optometrist, and then to my sister's house to watch the Patriots game.

Somewhere in there I will stop at the dry-cleaners and a consignment shop.

Hil, there are space heaters with built-in fault protection for wet areas: [link]

I'm now trying to resist sending my parent's first child a tasteless prison birthday card. Apparently, even though it was only, like, a six dollar bottle of wine that he stole, the court is going to try it as a felony, as is their prerogative. And good for them. Jesus, I'm still toeing the line with my parents so I don't get cut out of the will with regards to how I (don't) give a hoot about my older brother. Mom still pops up with little stories of how proud she is of him in his day to day behaviours. I swear, she has more shits to give about his screwed up life, and more spits to give about my steady yet low-paying job. Yes, I'm sure that if I were stuck at home with you because of illegal activity, we'd have tons of bonding stories. But since I'm a grown adult who lives six hours away, I'm a boring disappointment.

Yeah, the grace period due to dead grandmothers has worn off.

Hil, there are space heaters with built-in fault protection for wet areas: [link]

Thanks! Just ordered one. (Amazon Guaranteed Delivery by Wednesday, which means it'll probably be delivered Friday.)

Hil, do you pay for your own heat, or is it the landlord's responsibility? If so, there may be regulations as to a reasonable temperature the heat/hot water should be at.

There are any number of things I should be doing this fine day - mailing packages, mowing the lawn, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc. - that I am not doing. Instead, I am staying bundled up in my fleece robe and reading Foxglove Summer. It's very pleasant.

I'd better get something done tomorrow, though.

I went grocery shopping. Why I wait until everyone and their brother is hitting Trader Joes, when I can just as well go there at 11 am on a Wednesday, remains a mystery. Among other things, I picked up the ingredients for baking bread. I've never quite gotten the chewy crust I like, but even failures in that area are still decent homemade bread.