It’s a well-worn old joke that Landlady always brings bad weather with her when she comes – or at least it’s supposed to be a joke. She sent me an unexpected text yesterday saying her schedule had changed and she was coming up in the evening, and while I haven’t actually seen her yet it seems that she did. Twenty degrees outside, and if I’d bothered to check the forecast I’d have turned the bedroom heater on because that’s almost twenty degrees colder than expected. Fortunately the pilot was lit so it was a simple matter of flipping a switch. And the woodstove is crackling cheerfully away in the main room, so it won’t be long before the coat comes off.
I shivered through so many winters in inadequate housing after moving to the Gulch that I really don’t think I’ll live long enough to get blasé about having a house that will actually warm up inside. 🙂
ETA: Look at that!
I lit the fire a little after six. 17 degrees in less than an hour, measured against an outside wall so it’s really a little warmer than that in the main room. Used to be ten degrees of heat increase in an hour required real attention to stoking the fire. I like this brave new world – except for the part where the world turns so cold so suddenly, that part can go.