Happiness Writes White
Well, things had been going good. Too good you might say. One of my favorite songs is the title of this post, and pretty much the reason for the lack of posts lately. I don't know why, but it feels weird to write "everything is hunky-dory." Don't get me wrong, we're not living in the lap of luxury and Isaiah has not been miraculously cured of all his ailments and developmental delays. Isaiah's progression and development has been coming along slowly but surely, but we've been living paycheck to paycheck for quite sometime now, and really more money has been going out than coming in, but there really hasn't been that huge of a dilemma or hardship to write about, until now that is. You see today we had the winter tune up for our furnace and lo and behold there's a one inch crack in the burner area of the furnace that when on, leaks some lovely CO2 into the house. Put that on top of a blower whose ball bearings are all but shot, a rusting fl...