The Record

Alrighty. I relocated the EdenPure heater to a bedroom corner that will combat two sources of cold air at once. Moved the bed back to its position in the center of the western wall, which freed the southern wall closets up nicely. Then I wrestled with the rotten rug under the bed. Someday I will get that behemoth out of there. The current bed frame does not have casters, so the rug protects the oak floor.

Moved the printer out of the bedroom. Vacuumed, swept in multiple places. I want the television out in the living room; need to figure that out because it's so heavy. But I got it in here. I must have used the black chair with the single broken wheel and helped it along. Fair nuff.

Time for some Nap Yoga!

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83 days
16 hours
Until Spring.

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Finally finished Doc Martin. Really glad of the way they ended season/series five. Bummer that it's another two years before series six will be on Netflix. They are due to start filming series six in 2013. I am quite glad, though, that it will continue. And I thought the last episode of series five was totally fantastic in the way they totally spoke to the crazy frustration of watching Martin and Louisa's off and on love. Hilarious. The cast must have laughed through the final scenes too. Brilliant.

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I I know two people who live in Aurora, but I haven't talked to them in years. No doubt a bunch of my customers' employees lived in Aurora, too. I remember it as a quiet, pretty little suburb between the Denver airport and the city proper.

I keep thinking of this poem:

Invictus
BY WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.

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So psyched to have fleece sheets!

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In the end though, I do think that I will stay here. I know that it's going to take some years to feel fully rooted here. Regular visits to Orlando (something I haven't done) would also help cure the homesickness. It would help, I think, if I met a guy here in CT. At least, that would be awesome.

Just have to give it time.

I can say, though, that the super-bright lightbulbs are fantastic. I suppose the real depression test will come this weekend when Daylight Savings Time changes over and we are plunged into darkness an hour earlier.

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Total insomnia going on. It's 3am now and I actually went to bed at 10pm!

But, I'm wide awake. Can't even blame this one on caffeine. I do feel like I'm burning up, though, which is unusual ... Although it is nearly 50F outside.

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Could not sleep and I had some pains, so I made myself some hot Cheerios and read a few more pages in Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister, my next book. But now I've turned off the light and I'm nestling back into the blankets!

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This afternoon is filled with furry paws, nap-sticking up into the air from every nestle-spot in the living room.

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