Hot.

We used the heater for the first time last night. It had gotten to the point where even with a comforter, a down, and a quilt I was still waking up in the middle of the night from the cold.

And in the morn, when it was still dark outside it is so hard to climb out of bed and light the candlestick. I go out to the barn to milk to cows and we all look around blinkingly.

Oh, wait, that's not me.

Me?

I lay in bed for the better half of ten minutes. I think about what to wear and whether or not my job is really worth showing up for (it's not). Then I stumble out into the kitchen, turn on the coffee maker and will Heather to get out of bed (this is the same will power I use to stop the hiccups. It's very effective).

Then I put on layers (lots of them) and drink coffee and try to keep my eyes open long enough to put on mascara (mascara makes it look like I've been awake, dressed, and chipper for hours rather than the reality).

Now that we use the heater, I've gained ten minutes that I previously spent bemoaning my chilled existence.

Today, I had eggs.

Tomorrow, who knows, I might do something crazy. Like blog IN THE MORNING.

Ha, yeah right. Tomorrow I'm getting ten minutes more of sleep.