We have heat.
Lots of heat.
Hot water kind of heat.
Getting the whole house snuggly heat.
Heat that will make me smile in about, oh, eight weeks. It is good.
Now the bad...
My house is completely wrecked. I mean, C O M P L E T E L Y..... It is hard to think with everything so tossed about and out of order. Are you that way?
What is it about order that makes our brains twitch when things are not as we like??? Why are some of us born organized and others, like me, struggle with it every day?? And why are there still others who don't even realize there is a verb "organize"?
I confess. I organize my herbs in alphabetical order. My yarn is sorted by weight, colour, and make. Open the closet and you will find clothes sorted by colour and type. Knitting needles are bundled by size, length, and type. It is sick.
And so, whilst I am thrilled beyond all words to have central heat (who'd've thunk it??), I am overwhelmed by the restoration of order.
May I have cheese with my wine??