This morning, I got up at 6:30, checked the weather, and it was 34 degrees outside! I have lived in South Florida for 6 years, and I have never seen the temp dip so low here. In fact, Jerry had a thin layer of frost on his windshield this morning and had to actually utilize an ice scraper!
In the house, it was 66, so Jerry and I made the executive decision to turn the heat on. Since we live in a condo, we are partially insulated by the unit above us and to the side of us, so in the 5 years we've lived here, we have never once had to turn on the heat. Yes, the temp in the house has dipped into the high 60s before, but we just put an extra blanket on the bed at night and cuddle up.
But last night, we both were worried about how warm Norah was that neither of us slept very well. She was in warm, fleece PJs, and we put two blankets on her, but then when we put blankets on her, we worry about her choking or something -- even though she falls asleep in one position and pretty much doesn't move the rest of the night. So, this morning, when we all got up, Jerry announced: "I'm turning on the heat."
The result? It's warmer in here but it stinks! 5 years of never turning it on means all that dust that has settled in there is getting burnt off and the aroma is like burning hair. Which is probably paritally true.
Anyhoo...I never thought I'd say this, but I didn't run this morning because it was too cold! And it was too tough to leave the warm, snuggliness of bed. However, I plan to bring my running stuff with me to work today and run between classes. I have about 3 hours after my last afternoon class and before my evening class, and because it's the first week of class, I have the time to burn. And by then it should be in the 50s. I'll let you know how it goes.
Stay warm everyone!