Onward.

Westward, ho! That'll be us next year if the stars align. It's not an easy decision, but it's the right one. How many times have I said that?

It's too damn cold in this house right now. My toes are actually numb. We live in Maine, right? Where 80% of households are heated by oil (versus 7% of the country)? So yeah...have you seen the price of oil lately? Averaging $3 a gallon here. When we bought the house 2 1/2 years ago, it was less than half of that. We are locked into a contract with our oil company at $2.59 a gallon for 950 gallons, a decent rate if still a dollar more than last year's. If we use more than 950 gallons within the contract period, we pay the going rate. I don't want to, so we've being stingy with the heat for now. Once it gets bitterly cold, though, all bets are off. I won't freeze in my own house this winter. Won't do it. But for now, I'm cold.

I'm pissed off about some things right now. It's pointless, but I am.

Now that we're fairly set on upping stakes, I've been thinking about issuing a Last Call for visitors, but that's rather pointless too. Maybe my dad will come, but I doubt anyone else will. Spring isn't the best time to come to Maine; at least, I don't think so. However, I would love to have more friends out. It's disappointing that I haven't been able to share this place with more of them. I understand why, but it still hurts a little. Maybe more than a little.

Okay, I need to go to bed while I still have some feeling left in my feet.

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