It doesn't actually get cold here in Southern Califor...

It doesn't actually get cold here in Southern California. I used to complain, "Gee, it's cold!" and my dear friend Laurie, who grew up in an uninsulated cabin in the Bitterroot Mountains of Idaho in snow up to her elbows, would look down her nose at me and sneer. (And she's right - one year I was a guest at Arisia in Boston during a blizzard and later went out to Old Sturbridge Village when it was two degrees and my escort and I were the ONLY tourists, and THAT was cold)

But it's DAMN frakking chilly.

Mr. Heater Repair Man is going to come this afternoon (allegedly) to make everything okay again, but the heater is only in the front part of the house. The study isn't heated, except by a space-heater which I've now put in the living-room for Rocky the Cat, so it's REALLY chilly back here. (Poor Rocky is still fighting with Polly, the New Girl, and won't leave the living-room - I have to feed her specially. It's her own fault - she hates other cats - but she's old and tiny and she needs the heat) (And yes, I'm going to get her one of those microwave heating-pads but it won't arrive before the heater is fixed).

I've just turned in the copy-edit on Good Man Friday, so I get about 3/4 of a day to actually work before Mr. Heater Man arrives - I've just realized that I'll lose another day of work next week, tidying up the house in preparation for the Family Thanksgiving. No wonder the book is coming slowly.

I need a Latin phrase translated. Could people who can do this message me?
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Published on November 12, 2012 09:30
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