Getting older isn't all bad. I can do the things I was afraid to do when I was younger because I don't have to prove I'm mature any more. No one will contest the fact. Joshua came over this evening on the pretence of raking leaves. When he had got a pile, which took some doing with all the wind, we jumped into it. And it was very nice.
Afterwards, supper and friends and conversation and games and apple pie. I'm with Jane Austen who admitted, "Good apple pies are a considerable part of our domestic happiness." Good company is a plus as well.
Help is on the way for the furnace. An enormous thank-you goes out to Alyssan-in-Latvia for helping us find a repairman in our area and to her kind in-laws-from-Oklahoma who brought us four space heaters. We're keeping cozy now.