The lodging building I was staying at all week was horribly hot. The hallway was hot. The entry way was hot. My room was hot.
I finally got the room to the perfect temp by Thursday and that was done by leaving my window open and turning off the heat from Sunday night on. Insane. It's November. Having my window open isn't the smartest.
But last night I started to get cool because the north wind was running right through the closed window. So I turned the heat on again, and within 30 minutes it was hot again. Sheesh.
But I got used to the warmth.
And then I come home. To a chilly apartment.
I haven't had a chance to plasticate my windows yet (hopefully this weekend) so there's a draft as usual. But I do have my heat on. I'll deal.
Plus I got Sur La Table porn so I'm happy. :)
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Reminds me of living in NYC, in buildings where the steam heat came up from the basement. We'd be bundled against the frigid weather outside, then come in, crack open the windows and put shorts on, otherwise we'd be sweating!
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