Warm heart, cold hands

We just got home from a lovely weekend in Boston, during which projectmothra got to spend lots of quality time with his cousins, and I got to sneak in a bit of socializing with lediva for her birthday. And then we discovered that the heat in the house was not on and it was 37 degrees inside.

How the furnace was filthy enough to be turning itself off and belching smoke when we tried to turn it back on, when I've got a maintenance contract on it, I don't know. But it's been sorta-cleaned now, with more to follow during regular business hours. I spent the earlier part of the evening cuddling a shivery little projectmothra to sleep in my bed, and now I'm here keeping an eye on him while I catch up on LJ and feel very cranky. It's up to about 41 in most of the house now, and probably warmed in here with the space heater on.

I won't say that the pictures are any good or artistic, but I did manage to snap something for each of the days I was away for the Ninety days project. I'll post them tomorrow. Today's is not quite right, but my camera battery died and I'm not up to dealing with it tonight.

Grumpity grump grump.