I can't seem to shake the sleepies and even though there's loads of stuff to do around here (for instance, White Mountain and Colored Mountain, growing out of my bathroom floor) I feel like doing nothing. I'm tempted to go up and take a nap while Anja is sleeping but I know that as soon as I fell asleep, she'd wake up. It's hardly worth it.
We've got someone coming to look at our furnace on Friday. It's not working. It's blowing cold air and we replaced the filters and nothing happened. Sooo... that's one of those things everyone hopes is the least expensive of all the problems it could be. Luckily we have a relatively new, efficient furnace, so I doubt this will be an entire-replacement sort of thing. This is our main house furnace, by the way, not the horrible 1968 furnace that heats the Big Back Room. That one got red-tagged.
I've been working on a rag doll for Anja for Christmas. It's actually turning out really well. I'm very pleased for it being a patternless first attempt. I even got the hair to look good! Next up is clothing the poor naked thing, and then decided and attempting a face. Yikes! Maybe I should've done that part before the hair so I would have one side to practice on! I guess it could always be one of those weird faceless Amish dolls...
It's sad when you're growing out of your clothes not by your baby bump, but more by your newly sprouted back fat.
I hate laundry. It always seems so endless.