I had a chimney sweep in my house this morning. It was almost like a scene out of Mary Poppins…except for the modern tools, and the lack of an English accent. Actually, it was nothing like Mary Poppins. I had high hopes, but no one broke into a song and dance routine.

The doorbell rang at nine-thirty, disturbing what could have been my first eight hours of sleep in ages. But it’s not like I could complain…I was the one who set the appointment.

I wanted to get up.

I was going to get up.

I didn’t.

Mike got up so I could try to sleep longer. But it’s hard to sleep with three dogs going off like a Chewbacca car alarm.

I was excited to have a clean chimney. All week long, the cold nights had me craving a nice warm fire for a perfect cap on the day, but my chimney was dangerously overdue for a cleaning. Today my chimney was sparkling clean and the weather turned hot. Irony? I’m not sure…but I have a firebox filled with logs that will be collecting dust for the next several days. The forecast is calling for sunny skies and warm temperatures all weekend. I suppose I should be glad. It will still be cool at night. Not quite cold enough for a fire but cool enough to sleep comfortably under a nice big blanket. My kind of night.

And I can’t forget that I will be walking on Saturday night. A warm day followed by a nice cool evening will make for a great time.

I think I might go for eight hours again tonight. Just because I haven’t been successful doesn’t mean I shouldn’t keep trying, right? If I start right now, I might just have a chance.

Wish me luck!

Until the next time…I’ll be cuddling up under a fuzzy blanket for eight hours!