My best friend, Kasey, lives where it is very, very cold. So cold that when I asked her on the phone the other day what the weather was like there, she answered, casually, oh, it's 2.
2.
And that's pretty warm for there. I check her weather every morning along side my own (as if I need to verify for myself daily that someone I hold dear was crazy enough to leave the state of North Carolina for the frozen wilds of Northern Maine) and it's not unusual to see -13.
Dude.
A couple of years ago, I sent her a down-filled robe for Christmas. Her husband asked her why I felt the need to ship her that monstrosity and she said, "Meg thinks I'm cold." And I'm like, Kase, I don't think you're cold, I know it for a fucking fact. Because that is just not fit for human life. If you stayed outside too long, you would die.
And that's just not ok to me. Much like the temperature of my house right now.
Last night at 1:30 am, Thomas woke me to tell me that there was something grievously wrong with the heating system and he was going to have to turn it off. I sat there, totally unable to comprehend this for a moment. I said, "Um, you know it's 22 out there, right?" And drat his responsible self, he pointed out that it is better to be cold than to burn the house down. I just don't need to hear that kind of logic at 1:30 am.
So, now it is 30 something outside and 52 in my house and I think my hands are seriously going to fall off.
What I wouldn't give for that down-filled robe right now.
4 comments:
I remember the winter in Wilmington when our oil ran out on a Friday, and our landlords said there was nothing to be done until Monday. You wouldn't think 52 would be that cold (compared to say, 2), but dude. I remember being so cold I couldn't do anything but sit under all of my blankets and whine about it. Hang in over there. Very impressed that you ventured out of covers to post to the blog!
One of the random, sort of science geekly things I have to do for work is go out at the end of every day and take down the temperature readings and the precipitation level for the preceding 24 hours.
Sometime during the wee early hours of Sunday night/Monday morning, both MB and I woke up freezing and complaining about it. I felt like a wuss until I went out to get the weather on Monday and discovered the temperature had dropped to 6 degrees overnight. SIX DEGREES.
I'm not even going to tell you that we had 80+ degree weather on Sunday and Monday. Nope, not gonna rub it in at all....
I feel compelled to point out that this morning in Cleveland, it was negative eleven when I walked my dog. This means it would have to get 63 degrees warmer to be 52.
I had to wear a toboggan. Which does not sit well with curly hair. Oh, the humanity!
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