The Forgotten Sensation of Warmth

We spent the night without heat and water. Definitely a fun time in the middle of a balmy, wintry, Edmonton evening. You know, everytime I experience a new calamity, be it a power outage, flood, or massive peanut-butter famine, I am reminded of just how vulnerable we can be without our modern inventions and advances. We've put people into space, made incredibly fast and powerful computers no bigger than a fingernail, and developed calorie free colas. And yet, when we find that the lights don't turn on when we flick the switch, we freak out and make for the nearest bomb shelter, armed with a fresh supply of adrenaline and a rolled up newspaper to fend off would-be looters. But I digress. I'm really just happy to be warm again. Both the boiler and furnace were recently turned on and precious heat began to flow through our little apartment building once again. About four days of work finished just in time for another string of -20 degree nights.
I grow increasingly anxious for the upcoming Christmas holiday. The lethal combination of final exams, managing, and far too much hot chocolate have taken a heavy toll on my already weakened frame. Luckily my remaining exam will be complete before long-term insanity claims yet another victim.