My Day of Doom

My day began early, with the coming of the furnace guys to do their annual check of the furnace. It needs a tiny bit of work, I guess; now the house smells like fuel oil, which is always a good way to start the day.

The top of my head hurts like I bumped it or scraped it or got a sunburn, but there is no sign of scrape or bruise or swelling. It's not quite a sore now as when I first woke up, but it is a bit tender still. Guess it's one of those mystery things that happens in one's sleep.

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