Yes, the humble thermostat, unsleeping guardian of nightly comfort. When paired with an electrically-actuated gas heater – another marvel of human ingenuity – the thermostat permits deep sleep and comfortable waking without the need to rise during the night to throw wood, coal or sun-dried IRS agents on the fire. What a triumph for humanity!
Alas, the Secret Lair doesn’t have one. And I thought about that this morning as I poked my nose out from under the blankets covering my bed, then pulled it right the hell back in again. I didn’t roll out of the sack this morning until Ghost’s “I want to go outside” whines sounded honestly heartfelt.
Yes, we’ve reached that part of the winter when it’s no longer necessary to speculate projections of how the Lair “will” do during the winter – now direct measurements have become practical. Baby, it’s cold outside. Also windy. Snowy. Very much like a respectable winter anywhere south of Canada, at the moment.
And (I think) to no one’s surprise, the Lair is doing very well indeed. It holds heat so fabulously well compared to previous winters that it’s actually a minor issue – imagine, I have to wake in the middle of the night to arrange heavy blankets when it finally gets cold enough to rate them. And the woodstove can’t just be cranked to eleven, because it’ll drive me right out of the cabin which no longer belches waste heat from all its many crevices. It’s terrible, I tellya.
Now if only I could get the boys to light the fire in the morning, say around 6:30. And maybe start some coffee…