the heat is on.

As the rest of my street sleeps in comfort of warmth and light, the last couple of weeks, my electricity has managed to turn on and off multiple times. The first couple of days, my roommates and I handled it ourselves by simply switching the breakers. In the back of my mind, I knew  that drying my hair in the living room and applying my make up in the kitchen was NOT going to fly.  We told our land lord and it only took him a couple of days to get someone out here to fix it. 

So-I am here at my house pretending to be extremely busy in order to avoid any eye contact with the electrician.  He's cute. He's older. But he's cute. And it's FREEZING out side, and I cannot take the chances of eye contact, which could lead to involuntary "come outside. flip the switch. you stand here. ill move this" sort of work. . . 

Update: So, Gary, the electrician, needed my help. knock once if the heater turns off/ knock twice if the lights turn off.

I didn't have to knock at all. The heat is on.