Brrrrrr...

It's minus 22 outside today. And it's now barely 10 degrees inside today.

Anyone who knows me knows I hate winter. With a passion. I can't stand the cold - it hurts, makes me cranky, and turns me into a complete sloth. But because I hate the cold so much, hubby absolutely didn't take me seriously last night when I mentioned I thought the house was especially drafty. He went to bed and I had a nice glass of red wine to warm up (Yellow Tail, an Australian Shiraz, in case you're wondering).

Coming downstairs this morning, there was clearly something wrong in the house. I don't know how hubby didn't notice! And he had our three year old in flannel pj's, barefeet, shivering trying to eat her cereal. I checked the thermostat, and it read 12 degrees! A couple of hours later and it's down two more degrees. (Obviously) the furnance isn't kicking in - the pilot light isn't even on from what I can tell. I'm hoping the furnace guy will be here ASAP. He'd promised he's be here about 30 minutes ago... but he was dealing with a gas leak, and even I'm willing to admit that's a little more urgent!

On the sad side, I'm not sure my fish will survive this ordeal. I don't have a tank heater - lesson learned - because these are large goldfish who like the colder water (room temperature, at least). But I think this is pushing it. I'll let you know how Diego, Boots and Babouche fare.

And on the "professional ethics" side, I hate taking time off two days before my last day at work. I'll be offering my current boss that I will finish whatever I don't have time to on evenings from home. It means I'll be really busy for a while... I'm afraid I may be overextending myself... but it's just temporary.

OK, I'm off. The furnace guy is almost an hour later than he said, so I need to follow-up.