Maine Monday: Not So Much

We've dubbed this guy the Dalek. If only we had Matt Smith or David Tennant doing battle with our faulty five year old furnace we would have no need for moving this thing about our house. We've had no heat since Friday night and my normal anxiety levels have been slightly elevated with open flames, flammable liquids, single digit temperatures, and very little sleep.

Thankfully Mr. C&Gs home office is on its own heating system and space heaters have kept our bedrooms warm. The repair guy is here with the new parts and I hope to be cranking the thermostat up to 80º by lunchtime. I'll be back blogging on Wednesday, after my laptop and my hands thaw out, and the next group of posts will most likely involve tropical destinations. Or at least getaways where the temperatures never fall below 65º.

Just in case you're wondering, my martyrdom only goes so far and there was no way I could make it through the weekend cocktail free. January, you played hard and dirty, and you've won. So cheers.