It’s really $&#$^%#$ cold in our apartment. John thinks it’s an insulation problem (and he’s probably right). We crank up the heat, close the door to the room we’re in, the heat comes on, and while it’s on, we’re toasty warm. The second the thermostat (which is across from a window in the kitchen, two rooms away, and gets direct sunlight) reaches the set temperature, the heat stops coming out of the vent, and all the warmth leaches out of the room. We start to shiver, and eventually the heat comes back on. It’s ridiculous, and it’s a wonder we’re not both sick with all the temperature fluctuations we sit through every day.
Well.
That’s a grumpy post. Welcome to my week. Lovely that it’s over.
momma betty
Sounds like you need to hang out in the same room as the thermostat. Kitchen?
Zannah
The kitchen is long and narrow. Not much room for furniture, making it hard to work in there. Otherwise, yes, please.