The Heat Is On
Glenn Frey would be proud of me: I turned the heat on in my apartment this morning for the first time this season. I put it off as long as I can for reasons that aren’t entirely clear to me. I sleep better when it’s chilly in the room and I can pile on blankets, so I think that’s at least part of it. Also, for some strange reason, I don’t mind paying for air conditioning in the summer, but it bugs me to pay for heat in the winter. Makes no sense, I know.
Today was the big day because I’m hosting the Men’s Bible Study tonight and because it seemed colder than usual when I woke up. The thermostat reported 62 degress, but I don’t know if that’s colder because I haven’t been regularly checking. I set it at 68, which will seem positively toasty when I get home. If history is any indication, somewhere over the course of the winter I’ll move it up to 70, but rarely will it go higher than that.
The alarming thing about turning the heat on this morning is that the smoke detector upstairs went off for a minute. That can’t be good. If the place burns down, though, I’ll be really warm. Not for long, but I’ll enjoy it while I can.