Brrrrrr

I woke up at about 5:30 this morning to the smell of propane gas. Needless to say, this is never a good thing. Turns out that I apparently misjudged the amount of fuel the ol' trailer would need to get through the week while I was gone. Can you say "major oops"? I did check it and realize that it was dangerously low when I got back and turned the heat way down in an effort to conserve it, but, alas, that didn't serve to postpone the inevitable very long. So, it's about 35 degrees outside at the moment, and I am without heat or hot water (or a stove, but who cares about that?). Deep, deep sigh. The really disgusting thing, of course, is that, as always when I desperately require some sort of emergency household service, it's a weekend. Meaning I'm going to have a really frosty night before I can get someone out to fill up the tank and get everything back in working order again tomorrow. You know, I know this makes me sound churlish in the extreme (if not downright evil), but I'm honestly starting to grow a strong dislike of this whole concept of "weekends." I mean, damn it, I have to work on Sunday, so why don't the propane guys have to work to fill my needs, huh?

Ah, well, maybe the freezing temperature is making me surly. I'm sure it's not doing anything positive for my cold...