Brrrrr...
Dayton doesn't quite have the flair of LA or the flavor of NYC, but what the "Gem City (the jewel in Cincinnati's Queen City crown if you will)" lacks in excitement, it makes up for in flat terrain, high pollution, bad manners, and cold weather. Yeah, it's that bad. I can't defend it anymore (the gem must have fallen out when the Wright Brothers decided to take their act to North Carolina). Gem City, are you kidding me? Yes, I live here.
Anyway, on top of that, after a Clipper System (which apparently means that nature dumps large buckets of snow on you as fast as it can) moved through town yesterday bringing single digit temperatures and leaving a good mess of snow, my heater decided it was done...finished...through with sustaining my frigid existence. Living in "McDreamy's box" (that didn't come off quite right...it's an apartment, like the one in the last post but it's surrounded by other boxes just like it -I'll just stop, you get it), I couldn't blame its decision to give up. Nevertheless, a repairman is man's best friend (note to self: work on "handiness" -whatever it might entail), so my heater still hates life and I can continue to bore you with pity. Cheers.
