Friday, October 25, 2013
I was toasty enough under my covers, protected by a thick crazy quilt covered with several cats. They cuddle with a vengeance, to the point where I feel as though I’m caught in a strait jacket and can’t move a toe. Perhaps I’ll have more room when it’s warmer inside.
I do find I am comfortable if the inside temperature is 60 or 62. The trick, if there is one, is to slowly adjust to the cooler temperature. If you are used to the higher temperatures that utilities tout as “comfortable,” walking into a room of 60 degrees won’t feel comfortable. However, if you resist turning on the heat when the temperature inside drops below 70 degrees, you’ll soon find that the human body is quite capable of feeling comfortable at a lower temperature.
One time when I felt hot enough to expire was when I’d been winter backpacking for a week or so and on my way home visited a diner for a good meal. Even though the other customers kept their coats on, I was sitting by the door peeled down as far as decency would allow. And I was still sweating like the proverbial pig. I’d quickly gotten used to living in below freezing temperatures, and a return to a normal temperature seemed terrible. That said, 54 inside is still too chilly for me. The heat goes on tonight!