I feel like I'm still in a writer's rut. Every time I think of blogging, I'm not sure what I should say. I kind of go into hibernation during the winter, so that could be an explanation for this. Anyway, here are some happenings from this weekend that are on my mind... I got home on Friday after work to a very cold house and the smell of something burning, which sounds paradoxical, but is true. Our furnace was making a weird humming noise, so I turned it off and called Danny who called the landlord. (Our landlord likes him more, so I always have him call.) I then bundled up in blankets, turned on my little space heater and waited. The furnace repair man came over and after investigating the situation told me it was the motor of our furnace that was having issues, which would explain the burning smell. He said there was nothing he could do until the morning, when he could get more parts. We were in for a chilly evening. Ou...