I’m trapped in a sweatbox, aka my house with no power. The 830 estimated restoration time has come and gone and I’m not expecting it to come back on anytime soon. So here we lay, in a gross, stuffy box of warm air. We date not open the windows, because it’s only warmer and more humid outside.
For some reason, Thomas is highly resistant to going to his parents, who are 45 minutes away and have room and air conditioning. I don’t know why, and I’m not enjoying this. Ugh.
More bitching, i mean, updates to come, I’m sure..