Hope and I shall stuggle through this soggy night alone and dig beneath the quilts. As I blog, the rain is pelting the sky light, the thunder is echoing through the streets and the lightening is reflecting off houses. All is dry in the Roderick abode.
Except I don't know how to program the thermostat. That's Scott's job and he's many miles away in Atlanta. Can you hear me whine, fuss and complain?
Being 54, means learning to program home appliances.
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