C-c-c-c-c-c-cold.

So. I couldn't sleep last night. Too nervous about collections. I tried to wear myself down around 5pm yesterday by running five miles and doing weights. No go. So I got up at 3:30am and ran five miles and did weights. Again. Different muscle groups on the weights, though. I came home a little early because I needed rest, and...

...the FUCKING FURNACE DIED AGAIN.

So I'm sitting here, freezing. Waiting for the repair guys. It's been 8 hours. And counting.

The kids are all huddled in Jackson's room, with a small electric heater. Maggie hung out in front of the fireplace for a while, but went upstairs. I'm in here with two candles burning...

Oh well. It could be worse. It could be raining.