Well, first of all, here's hoping for a year with fewer repair and accident issues than the last one. 2013 for me started with a flat tire (yes, on New Year's Day). 2014 gave me a five day head start before God, for reasons unknown, decided to nudge a bubble of sub-zero air down from the North Pole to hover over the Ohio and Mississippi Valleys.
Then He killed my furnace fan.
Fortunately, the killing cold from outside has not yet fully seeped into the house. It's uncomfortable, and continuing to drop, but not dangerous. Here's hoping the repairman can fix it before it becomes dangerous. When I left for work this morning, the thermostat said it was 58 in the house. I suspect this to be a lie. I spent yesterday hovering over a space heater in a blanket-wrapped torpor, unable to handle either my chain mail or my knitting for more than a few minutes at a time because the metal rings and needles were painfully cold, then crawled into bed in everything but my shoes and shivered myself unconscious. I do not wish to repeat this experience tonight.
On the plus side, much like being feverishly ill, being miserably cold kicked up some creative sparks in my brain, so hopefully I can use that as fuel to keep working on my novel. I really want to finish that this year.
That, and I've got some crafty projects for the house I'm hoping to make progress on, painting and knitting and stitching to make the place nicer.
But first and most, I want my heat back!