This is partially a test post to see if certain issues are resolved. Apparently, something got into one of my wp files making me appear to Google as a sales person of some male enhancement product, as well as posting my articles “as” Google instead of myself. Now that I’ve uncovered the hack, I’m busily hammering things back into place.
It’s been the worst weekend ever. My teenage self would probably say different, but here’s how the weekend has gone. With something like 28″ of snow falling between Friday and Saturday, it’s been hard to get anything accomplished. But on top of that I spent the weekend with a nasty cold that evolved into a case of pink-eye. Twitter friends turned me on to a remedy for that, which turned out to be something my own body happens to be making: breast milk eye washes. I know, it sounds crazy! But it worked!
So now the cold is better and the pink-eye has abated, but the heating oil truck that was supposed to come yesterday never came. I called and was told “I’m in the queue” but that some of their drivers were not able to make it into work, so they are running really behind. The tank, which was at a quarter full last week, is now sitting on empty, and I turned it off to avoid needing to have it primed. We thought we’d be able to get some kerosene to put into the tank to hold us overnight, but every single store is sold out of containers for transporting said kerosene. So the furnace stayed shut off overnight.
Jesse is now wearing two sets of pajamas and napping fitfully under two fuzzy blankets. Kieran is holed up with a space heater. I’ve busted out my own layers and am running the oven on the cleaning cycle. Dean has gone into Northern Va to swap out some work files, and hopefully will find some kerosene in case the truck can’t make it again today—which is entirely possible, given that it’s already snowed a bit here…
But we’re ok, if a bit cold. Jesse doesn’t seem to have been affected by my being sick, and everyone else is doing just peachy. I realized why this cold hit me harder than they usually do: I’m accustomed to being able to sleep all day when I take sick—and Jesse no longer sleeps all day, so that’s a lost cause.
But with no Momma’s helpers around—sitter and FIL are even more snowbound than I am, and Kieran’s only useful as a babywatcher when said baby is asleep—I’m staying busy.
And the day goes on — I wrote the above much earlier today. At 6:30, I saw a truck go by from my oil company, and wilted as it pressed on down the street–knowing it couldn’t have stopped even if it wanted to because there was so much traffic stacked behind it and there was no clearance for it to pull over because of the snow piled up there, as tall as 5 feet in places because of digs and plowage. But I compartmentalized the house so that the heaters are strategically placed and everyone has a warm place to sleep and the pipes won’t freeze (I hope). And lo, there is more snow falling here, work is closed again tomorrow, and I remain behind on work AND school because of all of this. Missed my entire week, assignment wise, of an online course–and doubtless will be graded down for it. But if I can rock the course for the rest of the term, I might be able to pull it out. We’ll see. And the web site at work is languishing. Hopefully tomorrow, with Dean home, I can catch that up.
And after all, if it has been the worst (extended) weekend ever, things can only get better, right?
RIGHT?
Oil watch now on day 6. Snowbound day 5. Help!