Ain't got no complaints!

I've got nothing to complain about. Life is good and Jesus loves me. That's all I need to see me through.

With both space heaters turned on, I'm preparing for the night by warming the air. The candle on the stove sheds light, and before bed I'll cover it with the terra cotta pot.

There's still no propane, but I don't care. I've been able to make this work. I'm just accepting that the year 2023 shall forever be marked as "The Year Pyra Could Not Cook for Herself." (Remember, the fridge went out in April or early May? It wasn't replaced until late August. Then, I ran out of propane a few weeks ago, which means I cannot cook or run the fridge.)

But it's okay. I've got a hot water pot (insta-boil) and an electric cooktop dear Cheryl sent. And Wendy's is right down the street. So is Walmart. I've been living on yogurt, the Perfect Bar, and Celsius drinks for a few months now, so what's a few more weeks?

And....big news.... they're moving the Godspeed into the shop on Thursday! I now have all the new parts--except one belt that's supposed to arrive on Wednesday--sitting in a couple of cardboard boxes in the cab area. I've cleaned the cab for the mechanics comfort and ease. A whole lotta stuff is about to get done!

Since the RV will need to be in the shop, I've got to disappear over Thanksgiving week.