Heat

Good morning, gentle readers.

I’m sitting at the island in my kitchen, listening as my contractors work to install my new heat system. At the moment, ladies and gentlemen, I can think of no sweeter words than ‘new heat system.’

I am not a wimp. At least, I don’t think I am. However, after over a decade of living in Alaska, I can honestly say that I am not overly fond of the cold.

Snow?

You can keep it.

Ice?

Don’t wanna see it.

Arctic temperatures?

They need to stay in the bloody arctic.

I want heat. Tropical warmth. I want a house so hot I can grow orchids in the kitchen sink. When people walk through my front door, I want them to think they’ve stepped into summer.

Tonight, once the system is installed, I plan on setting my thermostat to eighty. I’m going to get this house HOT.

Tomorrow, I’ll think about my electric bill.

Tonight? Tonight, I’m going to sweat.