During this cold snap I have come to realize that I am effectively camping out inside the house.
I am forced to monitor the heat like I would tend a campfire, close off parts of the structure as if they were separate tents on a campsite and check for signs that things are freezing up every time I get out of my chair.
I am waking to a uniform temp of 50degrees each morning and warm up time has extended to a couple of hours before the magic 68 degree mark is reached. 72 is a dream of pre-iceage eras and summers that may never return.
Indoor wear is now thermals or flannel lined pants, a thick wool sweater, same for the socks and I am sitting here wearing a watch-cap at the computer to keep my bald head warm. My glasses fogged up when I put them on this morning!
I also have camping gear scattered around in case of an electrical outage, which normally comes sooner or latter during these events due to stress on the grid. The propane heaters are sitting at the ready and the Coleman lanterns are all fueled up and have a book of matches taped to each one.
My only regret is that I did not dig deep enough into the camping trailer at the close of the summer and retrieve my down comforter from the camp bedding. I could sure use that feather bed and down cover right now!
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