No gas flow=no heat=blue nails. New fashion statement? I don't think so.
Well, this is why we are out here. Trials and tribulations. Seems the regulator on our central gas decided to go bad. We'll survive the night with burgers on the portable grill, microwavable vegies and wine. Or in Jeff's case, BEER! And one really warm blanket that I did have the forthought to use on the bed. Xena has her own fur coat so she'll be fine as well. Tommorrow....another job for Jeff.
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