These numbers should be illuminated. Argh!
Devastation. Loneliness. Despair. These, my loyal readers, are my only friends today.
Perhaps that's an over-reaction. OK. You got me. Over-reaction is my middle name. But truly, something terrible has happened: last night, our oven died.
It's a terrible time. It means I can't bake. Or even roast a chicken (which is less awful than it sounds, since we're eating at a friend's tonight). But still - sympathy please.
Repairman is coming on Monday. Think happy thoughts.