In an effort to keep our heating costs in line, Earl and I agreed we would set the thermostat at seventy degrees for the winter months. Given that my son, Kevin, sets his at sixty-three, we’re not that brave. Nevertheless, seventy degrees seems cold because we have one entire side of our house that is windows that don’t retain heat.
Regardless, even though winter hasn’t officially started, Earl and I have kept to our agreement. But I see him wearing a thick sweater most of the time and I sport a sweatshirt almost as often. Thank goodness we have a variety of afghans and quilts to curl up in too. The one problem is my office, which rarely seems to get warm for some reason. My computer is just beneath a couple windows; and as I sit and work I can hear the wind whistle through them. It’s a cold wind too.
Yesterday, however, Earl brought me a space heater that he uses in the garage in better weather. I plugged it in, closed the door to my office, and waited. Before long, the room’s temperature began to climb, taking my disposition with it. It was as toasty as a toaster oven. Which made me wonder if I should get one of these contraptions for Kevin for Christmas. You can move it from room to room and never be cold again.
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