Bonus Monday off (unpaid). Bonus freelance project time (cash off the books; please don’t go sharing this post on the IRS website J.) I need to warm my hands on the space heater just to be able to work the keyboard and the mouse. (I also use the space heater to warm the canned cat food and my coffee. How’s that for frugal?)
Every time I get warm, I need to:
Go the bathroom. (Unheated. Or I can pre-heat for five minutes in order to pee for one minute. And watch my electric bill soar to the moon. Why should it be able to soar to the moon when I cannot?)
Or go into the kitchen (brrr…) to look inside the fridge (brrr…) or look inside the pantry (brrr…), find a reason to turn on the oven, find something requiring minimal prep time in the (brrr…) kitchen.
Or open the front door to let a cat in or out. Or step outside to see if it’s maybe warmer outside than inside. (Not quite. There’s a wind-chill outside, but only a breeze-chill inside and only when I move.)
When I really can’t get warm, I do some jumping jacks, afterwards rearranging my furniture and knick-knacks after they’ve shimmied across the bare, uncarpeted (cold) hardwood floor.
Hard to believe I used to be a Wisconsin girl, hey? Don’t call me a wimp until you’ve walked a mile (or jumped jacks) in my two layers of crocheted slippers. (Thanks, Mom!)
Is it Spring yet?