My heater is broken. I woke up this morning in a sweltering apartment, we’re talking 80 heated degrees, and marched right over to look at my thermostat. I’d set it for 68 degrees which for me is quite warm anyway and the heater just never stopped going.
I was late for church, not as a result of the heater, but because I was out at the game last night. Good job US, even if it was Conner Casey who did most of the scoring. I was at the bar with three other guys and I found I had to shout down the bartenders for help, so not only was I late to work but I also had very little voice once I got there.
I then came home and made some lamb and sweet potato stew. Not kosher, I don’t think, just adventurous.