Sixty-seven degrees “indoors” (10:30) is misleading. The thermometer was about fifteen feet from the two electric space heaters. Believe me, it was considerably colder in the bedroom! Guess what: I was bundled up in my “Slanket,”  (wearing pajamas and robe), with my mug of hot coffee, but oh so cold. (I was five feet from two space heaters, watching the Today show.) This old lady went back to bed and covered her head!! Perhaps an hour of sleep? But I was forced to leave my hide-away because the backyard neighbor is/was “weed whacking.” (Weed whacking about fifteen feet from the head of my bed!!) ~~ Now I am three feet from a space heater with a fresh mug of coffee. (The previous… was abandoned and got stone-cold!) ~~ Friday morning is the earliest available time for the plumber who was called (by the RV Park owner-manager) to repair the propane leak. Earlier this week, the owner-manager and four other men searched high and low to locate the leak. (High: Indoors looking behind the cookstove and around the furnace. Low: Crawling around under the trailer.) ~~ I’m so grateful for all my new kind, thoughtful, considerate neighbors and the wonderful RV-Park owner-manager. (And the backyard neighbor had no idea his neighbor was in bed at ten-fifteen!!) ~~ On my electric hot-plate, I am preparing a big kettle of old-fashioned oatmeal with raisins. That will be yum-yum good!