Kat with a K

Warm!

My version of the furnace wars is over for the year. I'd been doing okay, ish, sleeping in several layers, hugging the kitten for warmth, etc., but I was just on the phone with my mom and she made me admit to the temperature in my apartment. And the conversation resolved with something like "I am sending you money for oil and you are turning on the heat right now, young lady." Well, maybe the "young lady" part was implied rather than stated. Still. I don't argue with my mom when she uses that tone of voice. I turned it on while we were talking, and then after we got off the phone did the "oh wait! Did I put anything flammable on the vents over the summer?" mad dash, and now it's a balmy 62 degrees in here, and I might not have to deplete my new car savings fund to get through the winter after all. Thanks Mom!