A change of plans had me feeling stressed today. I was going to write, and then meet up with my date today. But all those plans shifted when the friend told me she couldn’t meet until later, because of a change in her own plans. I am now going to go to this farm with some friends to have a bonfire, and sing. I know that sounds like a lot of fun, but I also have to get ready and do my yoga entirely soon. The oil furnace is running now; I set the smart thermostat to 72-degrees fahrenheit, so my fingers are able to type faster. When it gets too cold in my office, my fingers get numb. I don’t type as fast. I will work on my writing at the farm, too, if I don’t get it all done in time and maybe even bring my space gas furnace so that I am sizzling there when I work. I will be at the farm for a few hours and want to make sure my writing labor is done for the afternoon so I am not working at night. I will come home and clean my heating and cooling system before I go to bed because the oil furnace filter hasn’t been cleaned in a while and when it gets too dusty, I end up sneezing all night. I know I cleaned it a few months ago, so it is well overdue for a great cleaning task.