With the furnace iffy, the official outside temperature hit 33°F last night. That's out at the airport; in town, we can count on a couple of free bonus degrees, but still -- it's chilly. The house was at 63 when I woke up.*
I woke up with cats. They were not much inclined to leave the bed, either, not until breakfast time. Holden has caught on quickly to what Huck has known for years: once the TV turns on, chow is on the way.
Cats fed, people-chow was next. There was rice left over from last night's Indian take-out, so I made fried rice for breakfast and lingered over the wok, reminded that kitchen duty in Winter is still one of the better things to be doing.
Early voting is probably not going to work out for me -- wait times at the site I pass on my way to work have varied from 354 minutes (!) down to a low, low 120. Two hours seems like a long time to spend waiting in line with a random group of strangers, masked or not. I'll keep an eye on it today -- there's a handy website for Marion County, indyvotetimes-dot-org -- but I'm not expecting today's sunny weather to make the lines any shorter than yesterday's cold drizzle had.
* This sounds worse than it is. We keep the house at 66° in Winter, up a notch from 65 in deference to advancing age. I did most of my growing up in a house with electric ceiling heat, possibly one of the least-useful heating systems: resistance wire embedded in the ceiling plaster, which heats up and more-or-less heats the room below. A thick layer of insulation keeps from losing too much heat to the attic (we never worried much over snow and ice build up on the roof), but the heat tends to stay near the ceiling; bed and table level's chilly and the floors, well, you didn't go barefoot and socks alone didn't help much. The family room, a converted attached garage, had a slab floor and a baseboard heater, and was usually preferable in wintertime: at least the warm air started out at your level!
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