Last night was a rough night. We were anticipating a lot of snow, and the fact that be both knew we were going to be off today kept us from going to sleep at a normal time. We instead stayed up and watched the Oscars, watching them until the end. Then we went to bed. It was well after midnight. So we went upstairs to get ready for bed and, as usual, my daughter takes a looooong time to get ready for bed. I was already pretty tired, and laying on my own bed reading, but almost asleep. Daughter Melody finally got ready, and we went into her room to get her tucked in. I noticed her night light was out. Apparently, the bulb burned out, so I went out to get another light, a backup out in the hallway. I plugged it in and it blew right away. I unplugged it and started to unscrew it from the light, but it shattered in my hand.
I was just a bit frustrated because it was late, I was tired, and I was trying to get Melody to go to bed so I could go to bed, and now I had a mess on my hands. Literally. The glass from the bulb was in pieces all over the bedroom floor, and I had a very bloody thumb. Plus, with the sight of blood, my daughter was in a panic (she doesn't take well to injuries). I calmed her down and assured her I was fine, then I administered some first aid. Next, I had to get the vacuum so I could get all of the glass sucked up off the carpet. By this time, I was pretty much wide awake. Despite all of the excitement, Melody was very tired, so we prayed together, then said goodnight. The room was darker than usual, but we could fix that tomorrow. Then I laid down in my bed. I had my CPAP machine all tuned up and ready, and I closed my eyes.
All of a sudden, I heard the heat pump out back making all kinds of racket. I had never heard it so loud before. It was sputtering and clanging like a Model T Ford. I sat up, and then it cut out completely. I didn't know what to make of it. I got up and went downstairs to check the thermostat. Everything looked normal, and it was right at the temperature it was set at. I decided that I just wasn't in the frame of mind to deal with it right then, so unless I awoke in a few hours much colder than usual, I guessed that it would be okay. If not, I'd take care of it in the morning, since there really wasn't anything I could to at that moment.
It was 1:45 a.m. at this time, and I was exhausted. I went back up and fell asleep within minutes. The next thing I knew, it was 8 a.m.. I could see a layer of snow over the skylight in the ceiling of my room, and everything came back to me. I could hear the heat pump running normally out back, and the temperature felt normal. After giving Faithful Pup Scout her morning belly rub, we got up. Aside from several inches of snow on the ground outside, everything was normal, and, actually, having snow on the ground again really is kind of normal with the Winter we've had. I had a leisurely breakfast, and Melody slept through until 10 a.m. It was a pretty snow storm to watch. The heat pump ran fine all day, so I have no idea what got into it last night. The last thing I need is to turn into Darren McGavin's "Dad" character from A CHRISTMAS STORY, yelling at and battling the furnace every morning.
The rest of the day was fine. We didn't do much, but I still felt good, not at all tired. My little girl stayed in her PJs all day, even though her friends were out playing in the snow. I finally went out and shoveled when it became clear it wasn't going to snow anymore. And that was our day.
While it would great to get another day at home tomorrow, I think we both feel like we need to get back to normal, and we need to get back to school and work. I know I have a lot of stuff to take care of when I get back into the office, and these days off just don't help. They sure are nice. though.
Have a great evening, everyone!