January 17, 2015
Last night, around 8pm, my furnace went out. Fortunately, we were having a relatively mild winter night. I had to curl up under several covers early. I felt so alone. When Dad was still alive, if he didn't have power, or I didn't, we'd share space. I couldn't think of anyone to call, anyone I could invite myself to visit. I suppose that in the case of 10 degrees or below, I'd have to pack up my cat and go to a hotel. Maybe I should check out pet policies before it's necessary. Ahh, the joys of a solo life.