I can’t get warm today. It doesn’t matter how high I turn the furnace, how close I sit to the space heater, or how many clothes I put on, I still feel like I am freezing … and it’s making me ache all over. It’s also making me grumpy, and I was grumpy enough anyway when I woke up this morning.

At least it’s Friday, which means Pizza Day. I don’t even know if Lin is going to be home for dinner tonight, but I don’t care. I’m having pizza all the same. I cherish the one night a week I know exactly what’s for dinner and that it won’t require me to do anything other than visit a web site, hit the “repeat last order” button, and, about 30 minutes later, answer the door. It’s a freaking blessing, especially on days when I’m feeling somewhat crappy and grumpy.

I think as soon as I finish washing the last two greasy pots that are soaking right now and scoop the cats’ litter box, I’m going to move the space heater into the living room, aim it at the couch, and curl up under the quilt and snooze a while.