The Heat is On

Last week sometime, Mike jokingly suggested that maybe I not turn on the heat until December 1. I entertained that thought for about five seconds, thinking of all the ways I could put up with it . . . all the mind games I would have to play with myself, the coat I would have to wear whenever I wasn't in bed, the activities I would have to come up with to keep myself away from home in the evenings.

And I knew that wasn't going to happen. Today I woke up to 50 degrees in my bedroom. I was nice and warm under my down comforter and blanket, with my fleece pajamas pants, two shirts, and down booties, but whenever my hands came out from under the covers, they got numb. I got on my laptop, and I could barely type. I couldn't hold the book I was reading or make a phone call without my hands freezing.

And so the heat went on. It still hadn't warmed the house much when I got in the shower though, and the steam that filled the bathroom was a crazy thick fog. I could barely see my shampoo.

But I will try to beat this date next year. No heat until November 5, 2007!