Sunday, October 12, 2008
One extreme, meet other
It's that time in my ghetto-fabulous apartment. Time to bust out the flannel sheets, thick comforter and space heaters. Time for snuggly socks for sleeping. Time to put the fleece blankets on the back of the sofa for wrapping around me during TV and knitting time. Time to learn to type with fingerless gloves on (no easy feat). Yes, friends, it's 62 degrees INDOORS at Chez Gingham, which according to the weather channel website, is colder than outside temps. Last week--hell, Wednesday--I had two fans blowing and was wearing a tank top to bed. Last night I wore thick socks, sweatpants, and a hoodie sweatshirt. I love fall. I hate my heatless apartment. I'm going to the laundromat to warm up.