I have turned on the heat.
Those are fighting words around here. I realize it is only September. But it is cold and damp. When I came back from my run today the temperature in the house had dropped to 63 and it was the middle of the afternoon. Before I moved here a year ago the SO kept the house at 58. I have an elderly bird who wants to be warm. I don’t want my hands to be freezing when I’m in the house. I’m taking a preemptive stand.
I turned the heat on to 66 and put the space heater in front of Ozzie’s cage. If you never hear from me again it is probably because I was injured when the SO’s head exploded!
Hahaha! I had to call Big Man this week and tell him that I had “disobeyed direct orders” and turned on the heat before October 1. “Noooooooooooo!” was his response, but too bad! I was freezing to death.