Thursday, January 24, 2008

Woe. Woe.

Woe is me. I am cold.

You know it's far too cold in your house when you can stand with the door to the refrigerator open for several moments and the cooling motor doesn't kick in. When you put off going to the bathroom because you hate to remove any amount of clothing for any length of time. When your hands and feet remain cold no matter how close you hold them to the radiator. Without an electric heater (loooooooove my heaters; haaaaaaaate the PG&E bill) the atmosphere in my home can easily plummet to a temperature of 52 degrees.

And when I'm cold I don't want to exert any extra energy, even to prepare food! (Bad, but true.) I especially don't want to do house work of any kind. I get wind chill just by walking from room to room! All I want is to wrap myself up in my goose down comforter and dream of a fireplace. Kem and I pass the day holed up in one of two rooms (kitchen, baby's room) and I sleep in her room when Superman isn't here so as to save electricity.

There are plans for a furnace to be installed (oh blessed furnace, please hurry!) but it'll have to wait until Superman can devote some time and mentality to look into exactly what needs to be done and how it will get done. Since he's currently coughing his lungs up at the (heated! lucky him!) academy, it might be a while. Not to worry though, because in a mere matter of months the pendulum will swing again and I will be melting in hundred degree weather, complaining when anything more than a single layer of cotton covers my body. Such is life under construction.


  1. I feel your pain. I can't be bothered to do anything when I can barely feel my hands and feet!

  2. Ack! That's awful! I hope you get that furnace soon. One day of no heat was more than enough for me. Keep snuggled up good!