“Your house must be cold,” said Roland. Michael and I examined one another. A coat, fleece jacket and vest lay beside me, and a coat and vest beside him. Scarves remained encircled about our necks, and our hands tucked deeply into our sweatered armpits.
“Yeah,” Michael sighed.
We finally turned the heat on today. My iPhone declares it to be 37 degrees in Chatham, PA. I still have two layers on my legs and 4 on my top. Michael and I are well aware of the much lower temperatures surrounding our previous Idaho home grounds. But the stone house we are in feels as though to be on the approach to a 9,000 foot peak.
So far we have matched the learning curve with additional layers of long underwear and fleece; living in western mountains one had to layer clothing and pay attention to its material construction in order to treat your body well.
But I got out the tools today to open up the radiators. Turns out they were stuck hard in ‘open’ position, so only a simple spin of the thermostat dial was required. It’s hanging out at 58 degrees, but I certainly wouldn’t know it.
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