Let me paint you a picture of my attempt to sleep yesterday. I come home from work round about 7:30 am and after I take off my coat, I realize that it’s frackin’ cold and chillier inside than it is outside. So, I attempt to power through. I put on my jammies and get into bed. Mistake. Still ridiculously cold. So, I take my cold arm outside of the covers and feel the radiator and discover that it’s not on. That’s right, no heat. 30 something degree temperatures outside and no heat on in the casa. AHHH!

 (no, it wasn’t snowing, but this is how cold I was)

So, I get out of the cold covers, add two blankets to the bed and put on a fleece jacket and a pair of wooly socks. Then I try to go to sleep but can’t due to the chattering teeth. So, I get up and get the space heater out of the living room and crank it on high and point it at me and then, finally, get to go to sleep.

And it didn’t warm up in my room until around noon when I was finally able to take off my fleece jacket. Yeah! And what else did I discover at noon? That the heater was back on!

The thing is, on my way home in the morning, I wasn’t that cold. I had a light coat, a scarf and gloves and wasn’t freezing. But I come inside and nearly freeze to death? I know, it sounds strange but it’s all part of the temperature funk that happens in our apartment. It’s always colder in here than it is outside. Which makes it awesome in the summer and crappin’ cold in the winter. I don’t know what it is about the location of our apartment but we don’t even need an air conditioner in the summer to combat the 90+ degree humidity but if it’s 30 degrees outside in the winter, I swear it’s 30 or less in here.