On Monday, it was in the 80s. I wore a light dress with a sweater over it to class. The a/c wasn’t working, and I was glad I had dressed for the warm weather outside. Tuesday a front came through and brought us a ton of rain and cooler temperatures. Last night it went from cool to friggin’ COLD. (I know, cold by Houston standards is not cold to everyone else. But it is cold to me.)
It was 37 degrees this morning.
I didn’t want to turn on the heat last night because no one has gone up into the attic to make sure the pilot light is lit, and I am neurotic and convinced that I would kill us with carbon monoxide poisoning. I understand how that works now thanks to my Biology class, but I don’t want to experience it firsthand. Instead I went to bed in a t-shirt, a sweatshirt, housepants and the thickest socks that I own.
Mike has been gone to Boston this week, and I must have been super cold without the human furnace here to keep me warm – I woke up curled into a ball this morning, and when I stretched my legs out the sheets were ice cold! Jason said he slept under 3 blankets. We were digging for gloves this morning; it was definitely a glove day.
Tonight looks like more of the same. Actually worse, with a low tonight of 33. I guess I am going to give in and turn on the heater. There is too much risk of pipe damage in Houston homes if it gets that close to freezing outside. Plus my hands are like two ice cubes right now. I like to bundle up and enjoy winter as much as the next person, but this is just crazy.
I’m sure my paranoia about turning on the furnace has nothing to do with the fact that last year when we went to turn them on we discovered we needed to replace both of them. Oh yeah, that made for a fun Christmas.
Now where did I put the flannel housepants?