{{{{{{{{{{{{Wendy}}}}}}}}}}}}}}} Today for sure I could put depression and cold together. About six years ago, I was living with my best friend and up in the hills it gets a whole lot colder than it does here by the beach. For some reason, she would never turn on the heater. She said she used the oven but I swear I never saw her turn it on. When I couldn't stand the cold anymore, I'd turn the oven on on low and open the door. It wasn't 15 minutes later that she'd get up and turn it off. ARGH! She never said anything to me, she'd just turn it off! I'd have to go to bed to get warm but my feet were always chunks of ice. At the time, I was becoming more and more depressed because I needed a home of my own. Maybe I'm a bit depressed, too. Nooooooo... I don't wanna be!