Okay, so Friday I … hung curtains. Yeah. That happened. Shut up.
Anyway: Having actual storebought curtains on windows freed up the odd expedients I’d been using, including this extremely long thing I snagged from the dollar store, and which I promptly moved to the bedroom door:
This is strictly temporary. I have all the hardware and most of the materials I need to build and hang the permanent door, which will be a wooden slider. In fact the only impediment is paint, believe it or not: Step one is to put a 1X4 across the header because the door needs one but the doorway goes all the way to the ceiling. If I don’t paint it before I hang the hardware on it, it’ll never get painted. And I’m so very sick of painting right now.
Anyway, having hung that curtain I needed a coldish night to test whether the bedroom will now hold heat to any useful degree.
The heater kicked on a little after four. It’s nearly silent in operation but it does click and ping a bit while the firebox heats up, and I’m lately very sensitive to noises in the still-unfamiliar room*. So I noted the time. But I didn’t actually get up and close the curtain until around six. So when I got up there was no appreciable difference in temperature between the bedroom and main cabin. But I cranked the thermostat so the heater would stay on. By sevenish the difference in temperature was very noticeable and before eight it was really too warm in there.
So that little curtain does the trick! Also I was curious to know if LB would find the curtain a barrier, which Ghost always did…
*This is an issue I anticipated, but it’s going away more slowly than predicted. I like small enclosed spaces to sleep. They just feel safer to me. One of my favorite bunks ever was the cuddy in one front hull of a catamaran, back in the seventies. It was the shape and approximate size of a coffin and my predecessors had hated it, but I loved it. Thought I might have to build a box around my bed when I moved into an apartment. Anyway, the Lair’s loft always kind of filled that niche for me, with its very close walls and its 3-foot ceiling over the bed. Plus it was way up high, so I didn’t have to worry about being shot through my own window (which actually happened to a guy around here one time.) The new bedroom feels too open and hard to defend. I’ll get over it.