The house is cold. In an effort to be fiscally and environmentally responsible, we have taken to turning the heat way down in the house during the day. I shut the door to my office, and have a little electric heater in here to keep my tootsies warm. It labours mightily, but is having a hard time keeping ahead of the near-freezing temperatures outside.
Still, I realize how warm my office is when I step out into the rest of the house. We’ve got the thermostat set for about 62 degrees (that’s around 16, for you Celsius-minded folks). It’s chilly.
There’s just one hitch in all this. The washroom is upstairs, on the main floor. Outside my office. Where it’s cold.
There’s nothing quite like having a really cold toilet seat to greet you in the mornings. It’s more effective than coffee for that wide-eyed wake-me-up experience. Wow.
Hey, at least it provides incentive to stay in my office and work. I don’t even eat lunch out in the main part of the house anymore, for fear my digits will cramp up and fall off by the time I return. My job would be very tricky without digits.