Cold

As much as I love the cold and detest the heat, I'm a wimp. I have a temperature comfort range of about 10 degrees. And unfortunately, there are only about 2 good weeks a year, where my apartment isn't too cold or too hot. Sigh.

So until the Gas Company comes over next week to light the pilot light for the winter, I am 1) too cold to clean my apartment. 2) too cold to write most nights. Plus my brain is too sluggish and my fingers numb. 3) baking things in the oven to warm up the apartment. 4) in a sweater, a sweatshirt, under a blanket and a sporadic cat every evening, huddled in a corner of my sofa watching TV and eating warm apple pie. It's all I can handle.