I battle every fall to wait until the very last moment possible to drive up the gas bill. I’ll put on a sweater, my slippers and wrap myself in blanket until I just can’t take it any more. That moment came two nights ago as the temperature outside dropped to 38 degrees. I finally broke down and flipped the switch to HEAT.
As a native of western Pennsylvania, I should be used to the cold and the snow that towered over me as a kid. We had so many snow days every year, they just built them into our school calendar. And, no, I didn’t have to walk to school in 4 feet of snow, although my parents will tease that they did.
My fiance and I like to joke about the “Saturday Night Live” skit — it’s definitely “sweater weather.” And while my bones just can’t seem to get used to the chill, it’s inevitable the snow will be coming. In fact, the local weather channel says flurries for Monday! My theory is there shouldn’t be snow in October. But who am I to argue with Mother Nature.
I’ll just stay inside as much as possible and enjoy my heat, and in the meantime, I plan to call a service technician to make sure my furnace is ready for this winter — it’s going to be a long one.
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