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.
You can keep it.
Don’t wanna see it.
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.