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A bird doesn't sing because it has an answer, it sings because it has a song. ~Maya Angelou
 
Crappy-crap-cra... oh cool!

Last night, I didn't get to sleep when I wanted to but if you read my previous post, you'd know it was for good reasons. I got into bed and my mind raced. I don't know about you but I tend to over-think and over-plan, especially when I lay in bed. So to calm myself down and redirect my energies, I fantasize about some scenario. Sometimes its replaying what has happened, imagining what could happen, or playing a completely absurd never-will-happen moment in my head.

There's usually a story, but before I get even that far, I set-up the scene. Down to the smallest details.

My sisters can relate to this: Many a night while growing up we would lay in bed and dream out loud to each other our spactacular houses of the future. We would re-create night after night stories about beautiful people and fantastic adventures. We would tell each other about our futures, as we saw them; What we wanted to do and where we wanted to live; What are callings were, to our 7 & 8 year old minds.

So, last night as I refocused my hectic mind upon one of my random stories, the usual submersion enveloped me, drowning everything else out, and I fell asleep.

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This morning, there was no water. Not just, no hot water, but no water at all. The pipes froze. Damn winters. And damn Wisconsin. I checked to see if our heater was working outside of our half of the building (it's aimed at the pipes in the unfinished walls) and as far as I could see, nothing was wrong there. My only thought is that it just got so cold that the heater couldn't even keep up. Or that the heater shorted out.

The layer of ice on the windshield of my car was so thick that it took me 1/2 an hour to scrap it off. And yes, I had my cars defrost running at the top-most heat. How frustrating.

Good news is I am wearing perhaps the grooviest sweater in the whole frickin' world. It was a birthday gift from a sis (thanks, sis), and is fabulous! Gray and black thread make up my long-sleeve, ribbed-sweater turtleneck. The edges all have fringe. The raised ribbing is gray and the under layer is black. It lays flat and accentuates what should be accentuated, and doesn't show off what shouldn't. Very dreamy.

 
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