darn single pane windows

darn them. they are food for I-told-you-so-ers (and worrisome mothers). I might have shown my fragile window some less than tender affection. . .and. . .inadvertently punched it out to fall a story to the even less tender driveway. . .and shatter. I laughed. and called my dad (what else do you do when you shatter a window? hope the movies are true and that tears really do contain magical healing powers? I wasn't about to romantically kneel over broken glass) he might as well get paid to be the ace hardware help hotline. my parents hate that I live in the sunroom up here, so the soon to be fixed (hopefully) broken window was fuel enough for a pair of "move back innnn" speeches. I am in. I'm in. out is out and I'm in. and it'll get cold but not hypothermia cold and I have a space heater. so I'm set. set in the sunroom. . .with no curtains. . .and a cardboard window.