So, a bit on my level of cold today: It's supposed to hit -17 overnight. It's 5 right now. I've got the heat in the office set to 71. The thermostat says 70. My internal thermometer says it's time to buy a space heater for my office. I keep saying this and still I have no space heater. I blame the recession.

We ordered Matt's pictures yesterday. I mean, we ordered them over the weekend and actually paid for them yesterday. I want to cry about the money but they turned out so great I can't bring myself to tears over it. I can't wait to scan them in and get them posted!

Also, not moving. The place was gorgeous. Hardwood floors, whirlpool tub in the master, closets big enough to house slave laborers in. Perfection... on the surface. Underneath it was not put together as well as we'd like and we didn't want to commit to something like that without being 100% sure it was what we wanted. We're happy where we are, after all, so why up the rent, move, switch Ian's school and deal with a new landlord for less than an amazing place to live?

I am very, very tired. Since about Thanksgiving I've been having issues with my neck and, if I let myself get to a certain point, it is exceedingly painful. Painful to the point where I can't sleep well because lifting my head to turn it in the night wakes me. I've been taking Advil when it gets bad and Vicodin when it gets really bad... but for the most part I've kept it pretty controlled with stretches and conscious muscle relaxation when I'm getting ready to sleep. Also, I sleep with a pillow under my knees and a down pillow rolled up under my neck. Yes, I do have a neck pillow... it hurts. I can no longer sleep on my side. I can't sleep in any position other than flat on my back. This does not a happy Kyria make. Anyway, Mike and I were at Costco and found these great down alternative pillows and, since we needed new pillows anyway (seriously, we did), we went ahead and bought them. They didn't work out so well for me. No, not so much. I ended up waking with some fairly horrendous pain in the middle of the night to switch out my brand new pillow with my trusty old down one. I was sad and angsty and just generally not pleasant about it. I hurt all the next day (which was yesterday). 'Hurt' as in could barely move without some level of discomfort. So, when bedtime rolled around, I took a Vicodin. I obviously did not consider how my weekend of little sleep would impact me this morning. Needless to say, my lunch today will be spent curled up in my bed at home or with my head on my desk, happily passed out.

On another note, we're thinking of moving. More updates on this later.

Hope everyone had a wonderful New Year!