If you're wondering why I have been writing mostly about the past of late, it's because I don't have much of anything going on in the present. I've been working six days a week and I have class two nights a week. By the time I get home from work and we eat dinner, I'm ready to fall asleep on the couch. I have done no painting, no unpacking, no organizing, and no reading.
It's too cold outside to do anything more than take the dogs out. In fact it's too cold inside to do anything more than huddle beneath the goose down comforter. The thermostat is the stupid kind that doesn't tell the temperature. You just set it and assume it is doing it's job. We bought an indoor-outdoor thermometer last weekend because I can't start the day without knowing how painfully cold or how ridiculously warm it is. It turns out that the reason it felt extremely cold in the house is that even though I have the thermostat set at 63, the house is consistently between 56 and 58 degrees. Brrrh.
Plus, now I think I'm coming down with something (my throat hurts and I feel weak). I can't call in sick tomorrow because I have class and we have a quiz. I'm sure I'm going ace that.
That about sums it up. I did hang a bird feeder though. I wonder how long it will take for the birdies to find it.