*yawn*

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Well, I spent my first night in the house last night. Here's what I've learned thus far, in no particular order:

It absolutely rocks to have a garage -- my truck had no snow upon it this morning. Actually, there was something sort of neat to see when I came out to the garage: little rivlets of water were snaking their way across the garage floor where some of the slush had melted out of the wheelwells.

The road noise from behind the back yard that I was concerned about isn't at all bad, and can almost be soothing when I'm trying to get to sleep and am jittery.

I need to replace the leaky bypass valve on the water softener. That has now been elevated to Chore Priority Alpha because I cannot stand the sound of water dripping into the bucket all night and day. I also don't like paying for water that's going to go to waste in such a fashion.

It is rather odd having a water softener again after 8 years of service with lake water that has been pre-conditioned by the city. I could feel the difference in the shower this morning.

62 degrees F (about 16.5 degrees Celcius) is pretty much the ideal setting for my thermostat. I may tinker with it a little more to see if I can't coax it down to 61 or 60. 60 degrees would be ideal in my mind so long as I wear a fleece or something around the house. A few degrees saved is a few dollars I won't have to hand over to Nicor at the end of the month, and with all the labor I'm doing (unpacking, installing, repairing, etc) around the place I exert myself plenty enough to stay warm.

Shoveling the driveway and sidewalk takes me about 30 minutes.

Shoveling the driveway and the sidewalk is an excellent source of exercise in the morning

Nothing feels better than a shower after being outside in the snow and the cold to shovel a sidewalk and driveway.

I love the showerhead in my shower.

I love having the master bathroom off the master bedroom.

With a "snow emergency" like the one we're experiencing today I can make my 20 mile commute in 60 minutes,. That's not too bad, all considered.

People in Illinois have no concept of what a snowstorm really is. If they're freaking out over this trivial coating of powder (OOooOOoooh, a whole THREE INCHES) then they'd never survive a real storm in Minnesota. I'm sure Canadians laugh at all of us.

More thoughts as they come.

bound by wild desire

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Martha Vulpine

This really makes me giggle. :)