It is rather disheartening to observe that I have spent 100% of my entertainment budget a mere 25% of the way into the month. Not to mention the budget-busting visit from the furnace guy last week. I rationalized calling him when the high temperature for the day was -4 and the indoor temp had stubbornly refused to rise above 58 degrees. Perhaps this will inspire me to stay home and file my income tax, go through the boys' collective nearly 30 years of school stuff stashed under the stairs and pare it down to 2, yes 2, totes worth, work on the massive photo organization project I have been devising, and attend to the crumbling tile grout in my bathroom floor. By then it oughta be spring.