Sunday, October 30, 2011

My revelation of the weekend: When there is no heat, it is cold.

I guess Sherlock Holmes knew this a lot sooner than I did. His idea had a lot more to do with the absence of logical explanations, not with the temperature of my house. Regardless, I am usually the last to figure things out.
The thing is, I need to figure them out on my own. If I don't, it just doesn't count. It's like winning Super Mario Bros by using the 1UP cheat code. Sure you saved the princess, but you didn't really save the princess...UP UP DOWN DOWN LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT B A START actually saved her. It's much more fulfilling to figure things out on my own, whether it be saving the princess from the Kupa or how cold my house would get without heat.

Last night, the power went out due to a freak October snow storm. It got really cold in my house. Really cold. I knew it would get cold without the heater pumping warm air through my house. I guess I underestimated how dependant I really was on my thermostat. I sent my son to stay elsewhere because there was no reason he should suffer when there was a perfectly warm house at his mother's, but I decided to tough it out. Actually, I wanted to see if I could tough it out.
I was armed with three blankets, sweat pants, socks (and I HATE sleeping in socks), a long-sleeve t-shirt, a hoodie (with the hood up), a sleeping bag, and my dog. For a short time, I sat in bed with a knit hat and gloves on, but I decided that was just overkill. And besides, if I didn't make it through the night I didn't want to look totally ridiculous when they found my frozen body (the hat has blue flames sewn onto it, and the gloves are purple and furry around he wrist).

As you can tell by this blog post, I did not freeze to death and the power came back on. Yay me! Another thing I learned during this adventure: beer stays ice cold when the house is only 30 degrees. It makes for an enjoyable beer drinking environment.

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