Apparently, 62 degrees is my limit, at least indoors. This morning my heat kicked on for the first time. I wasn’t paying attention, actually, I didn’t even notice. But when I was eating breakfast I noticed it actually running. I was a little cold, I’ll admit that, but it was nice. I went to the thermostat, and I had them temp set for 62.
I’m not one of those people who complains about the cold. I love the cold. Snow, Sleet, Ice, I love it all. I have repeatedly complained about heat. I hate heat. I use up all my weather complaints during the summer. All that humidity? I’d rather live at the north pole. You can keep adding clothes, but you can only take so much off before you get arrested.
In fact, when I retire, I would love to retire in Canada. NORTH Canada. But with climate change, I’ll probably have to choose a new location when I actually retire.