I guess I'm a wimp.
Even if I did move here from Michigan, and grow up with North Carolina ice storms.
It's 27 degrees outside, according to my big outdoor thermometer, and it's damn cold. All the windows that aren't plastic-ed over are cold to the touch, some of the outer walls are cold to the touch, and my hands get really cold if I sit here not typing for too long. The inside temperature is 64 -- I've turned the heat down to 58 for bedtime. Rather than turning it off, which has been my usual practice, I'm leaving the heat on altho set low, so the pipes won't freeze. I wonder if I should leave a tap dripping somewhere, as we had to do in the apartments we lived in before we moved into the house, to keep them from freezing?
Until I can afford to look into the insulation in the outer walls, I'm considering putting up tapestry-like items on the external walls. The big felt soccer-team banner that's up over Duncan's bed has made that wall considerably warmer than the equivalent wall in Jen's old room.
Brr. I'm going to bed, in my flannel jammies.
It's 27 degrees outside, according to my big outdoor thermometer, and it's damn cold. All the windows that aren't plastic-ed over are cold to the touch, some of the outer walls are cold to the touch, and my hands get really cold if I sit here not typing for too long. The inside temperature is 64 -- I've turned the heat down to 58 for bedtime. Rather than turning it off, which has been my usual practice, I'm leaving the heat on altho set low, so the pipes won't freeze. I wonder if I should leave a tap dripping somewhere, as we had to do in the apartments we lived in before we moved into the house, to keep them from freezing?
Until I can afford to look into the insulation in the outer walls, I'm considering putting up tapestry-like items on the external walls. The big felt soccer-team banner that's up over Duncan's bed has made that wall considerably warmer than the equivalent wall in Jen's old room.
Brr. I'm going to bed, in my flannel jammies.