I'm not going to say much tonight because I have little to say. Everything is going as well as it could, I suppose. Our heater is broken right now, so our house is about 55 degrees and dropping. Luckily, Amy and I have an electric blanket, and the birds have a space heater. The dogs are climbing over each other to lay with us on the bed. I never understood the whole electric blanket thing until our heater broke.

The good thing about renting is that our landlord has to take care of the furnace. The bad thing about renting is that it's not his number one priority, but he's supposed to fix it tomorrow. Tonight will just be cold. It's snowing outside, but the weather-jerks say we're not supposed to get much snow. Our house was built in 1920 when insulation wasn't really used, so that gives you some idea what we're dealing with.

Brrrr.

The other excitement of my life is that the new Chuck Klosterman book arrived for me at the library tonight and I picked it up.

Happy weekend, Mr. Andy!