Thanksgiving Advent, Day Eighteen: Central Heating

[swan_tower]

I grew up in Dallas, lived there for eighteen years. I don't care that my ancestry is largely Scandinavian and Swiss German; I don't like the cold. I am a creature of sunlight and warmth.

At this time of year, and for the next five months or so, you can be damn certain I am thankful for central heating, which for is the difference between living, and living in hell.


. . . now if you'll excuse me, I have to go create a conflict between a previous object of gratitude and this one, by standing in the cold for three hours or so.

Comments

[stevie-carroll.livejournal.com]

My first winter in Edinburgh I stayed in a huge top floor flats with ceilings high enough that we needed a stepladder to change the light bulbs. Turning on the central heating was a luxury restricted to two short blocks per day, except when the boys (PhD students to my undergrad status) were ill with manflu. Then it was on all day.

[swan-tower.livejournal.com]

Well, of course. Poor babies needed the comfort!