As last winter stumbled to a reluctant halt, bringing frost into late May and leaving us kind of shell shocked from weather miseries, everyone said, "The first person to complain about the heat is going to get......"
Fill in your own nasty fate. I heard a lot of them.
Instead, here it is the middle of August, the Dog Days.
We should be whining about the heat, and stressing the grid with excess air conditioner use. We should be threatening to bash the first person who complains about the cold, when winter finally brings relief from the summer furnace.
Instead, last night, I asked the boss to go down in the cellar and turn on the valve that diverts hot water from the outdoor wood stove, into the furnace plenum.
Yeah, we have it going as we have used it to heat water most of the summer, but the furnace part is always shut off, as, if hot water goes through it, even with the furnace fans all shut off, passive warm air seeps upstairs.
And, you know what? It feels good.
He'll probably have to go back down in a day or two and divert it back to its usual path, but for now the house is not damp.
It is not dank. It is not chilly and shiverish and too darned cold for a little baby.