For the last several days it has really been nippy outside – right around zero when you factor in the wind chill. I have the temp in the house set at 55+ degrees… I raise the temp 5 degrees a few days ago because I was so cold. I don’t think it is good that I can’t feel my own toes while walking around in the house (with socks and slippers on). The toes did come back to life. I guess that is one of the down-falls of having a house on a slab.
On Wednesday I went to visit my 98-year-old friend. Heat is included in her rent, and it is always 75 degrees in her apartment. Usually it feels like a sauna, but it actually felt good to be in the heat.
Yesterday my mom called me to make sure I hadn’t died from the cold. She worries and tries to get me to turn up the heat for my own survival. I tell her that when I start to shiver I put on another layer (or two) of clothing and wrap myself in a quilt if I’m still cold. She used the “you have an old dog” thing on me, but I explained that for some odd reason Mandy just LOVES the cold, and asks to go out into it every 20 minutes (which, for the record, is making me a little NUTS!) The other day when it was so cold and the wind was blowing so fierce, she was happily sitting on the ground loving it! She’s a nut case, but I love her (mom as well as Mandy).
I have been cringing every time I walk into the kitchen, because it is right next to the furnace room, and furnace always seems to be running. I’m a little frightened about this. The bill should be arriving any day now for the last month.