It got cold here today. You see, it couldn't be cold yesterday and give us snow instead of torrential rain. It has to wait until the rain stops, see, and then it gets cold. That's how winter works around here.
20 years I've been here, and I still can't accept it. I just can't.
In other news, Larry realized that the more we insulate the main floor, the colder our bedroom is going to become. Because we have a three-story townhouse with exactly ONE thermostat. A new thermostat, yes, but still - there's only one. So now that the main floor will stay cozily warm. due to Larry's mad insulating skills, the furnace won't click on as often, because it has no way of knowing that upstairs, where there is no thermostat, the warm air is still flying out our not-insulated bedroom walls.
|Just as good as insulation...and way cheaper|
"We should tackle that closet," he said, flexing his arms and looking around for his implements of destruction.
"Look," I said, desperate enough to bargain. "Why don't you do the wall fronting the foyer and the kitchen first? You can get a new front door. You know you want a new door."
He stopped looking for his crowbar long enough to say, "A new front door, eh?"
"Yes!" I said. "Look - here's the brochure you were using for the patio doors. Pick anything you want. Anything."
"Well," he said, a tad reluctant to relinquish his dream, "I guess the bedroom can wait until fall."
Good. Because it will take me at least that long to empty our closet. Maybe I can get him to do the basement first?