It's a cool, crisp 64-degrees just past 10:30 am this fine fall morning – right here inside my kitchen! That's right, folks, Dave and I have not turned on the heat one time yet this fall (meaning the appliance in the basement with a pilot light, not, you know, the other heat…*blush), even though it has been getting pretty nippy. We had a solid frost yesterday morning and as I walked across the cold, hard, ceramic tile to make coffee, it felt like I was on ice. A quick glance at the thermometer said 57-degrees, and this was inside! I could nearly see my breath.
We love the game to see how long we can go without turning on the furnace. It's crazed. Dave keeps telling me to go ahead and turn it on. He wants me to break the streak. But we'll see how he does this weekend (although I have heard we are in another warming trend)!
The only time I "fudged" was when Gavin was coming over. I turned on the oven for about 10 minutes so my grandson would not turn blue and freeze to death. Other than that, I remain strong, almost pioneer-like, even though I live in suburbia. I am toughing it out.
Baby, it's cold inside…Jeanie
NOTE TO SELF: Maybe I'll let Dave win.