As the old Scandahoovians would say, "Yah, vinter . . . she's here!" It's a chillly 8 degrees this morning! Brrrrrrrr!
Both Tucker and I awoke just before the alarm this morning, alerted to the sounds of gurgling water. As my sleepy mind cleared, I thought, "Water in the gutters? No, it's not that warm, right?" Fortunately (no crisis this time!), it was just the hot water running through the baseboard circuit of the bedrooms. There are three thermostats in the house for the three different hot water line arrays: one for the in-floor heat downstairs, one for the bathroom (and library & walk-in closet) upstairs, and the other for the bedrooms upstairs. That one is set at the lowest temperature (60), and this morning was the first time that it was called into action.
Now it's time for me to jump into the shower. Wish it wasn't a "shower day" for me today, but it is. I'll know the hot water will feel good, but the prospect of peeling off my oh-so-soft bathrobe to get in is fairly unappealing. (Or should that be 'unapeeling'? Get it?)
Okay, on with it!