I hate turning on the furnace for the first time for the season. It means winter is coming, it means it stinks up the house with burning dust, and it means I get sick. Rob doesn't get sick with all his hyper-allergies. No. I do.
Every time.
On the bright side: it means it is cold enough to get the fireplace rocking. And Halloween is around the corner.
Oh wait, Rob just called - he is sick too.
I hate the cold.
Changeing thoughts.
Why are people so addicted to farming games? On-line games like farm-ville and the like. Is it an instinctual miss of the connection with making things grow? Or am I ready too much into the simple interaction of a person with clicking things on the computer with a mouse? I mean - how close to having a tomato grow is it between clicking the mouse and actually planting and tending to the plant? Perhaps it is the immediate satisfaction /reward of the game.
In the back of my mind I like to think it has something to do with actually growing things, at least a little.
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