We've been without heat for a week now. Well, not really because we've been heating the house with space heaters since our furnace went out so we've not been freezing to death. During that week, we were also without hot water for 5 days. What this means is that my normal life has been interrupted. I've gotten to the age now where an interruption in my routine is not something to be savored and I instead skip right to the grumbling. Of course, when I really get right down and think about it, I realize the silliness of it all. I mean I have a nice house to stay in. A warm bed. We've been able to keep the temperature in the 60s and yet I still act like I'm back in the stone age. Even with all that, God still loves me. How do I know? Because he continues to take care of me. Just today, Ron Fugle stopped over with a big tray of sandwiches and salad from his work. God is watching out for my needs even though I'm being grumpy and childish. Thanks God. I just want you to know that I appreciate it. Alot.