I think I figured out my distress with this furnace thing - it's not so much that my house is cold. It's that it's uncertain when it will be fixed, and it involves me sitting around and waiting for repairmen who may or may not come when they say.

I don't deal with uncertainty well. Or with changed plans. I'm the one who, as a child, threw a tantrum when it rained the Saturday we were planning to go to the park. I'm the one who, as an adult, is monumentally irritated (but doesn't say anything about it) when a last-minute "emergency" meeting is called on an evening when I planned to actually cook supper and spend the evening relaxing, or when I'm "needed" on a weekend day when I planned to go and have fun.

It's the fact that I don't have control over the situation. Yes, I am kind of a control freak, and I recognize that. If I knew how to do electrical repairs, I'd have torn apart the breaker box by now, looking for the problem.

I knit some on the right front of the Tilling the Soil vest. It's getting close to done, but sadly, my interest in it is waning again.

I also felted my sister-in-law's Booga bag last night. It took two runs through the machine on hot/cold. I couldn't find my lingerie bag so I tied it in a pillowcase. I think I'm going to buy a new lingerie bag before I make and felt the one for the AAUW present. I think things felt better in a lingerie bag (all the little holes, and I think it suffers more agitation) than in a pillowcase.