There must be some Toros in the atmosphere

"Brrr.. it's getting cold in here.."

So we've moved into the new house and it is cold. It is so cold, I think Alaskans have it good. I grew up in Southern California so I'm probably complaining about that silly thing called weather (a lot of which we do not get a lot of in sunny SoCal).

I hate the cold. Before the skiing season starts, I have to examine every new fangle item of clothing that came out for the new season claiming to provide additional warmth while hitting the slopes. I carry at least four pairs of gloves with me and three different caps at any one time so if one gets wet I have a spare. Did I mention I hate the cold?

A while back when I used to live with Eric and some other friends we rented a house in Rockridge (Oakland, CA). Rockridge was closer to Berkeley, and never got the drawback from people if I said outright that I lived in Oakland. A lot of old well-to-do hippies have taken up residence there. Nice area, but it was cold. There was no central heating there. It was so cold that at times it seemed warmer outside than inside the house. Eric used to run a fan taking the warmer fifty degree weather outside to heat up the cooler less-than fifty degree interior on those special occasions.

That's when I learned the value of down comforters. Until then, I thought a blanket was just a blanket. But down comforters saved my freezing behind back then. The down comforter was the best invention since chicken soup. It was so glorious that you could not help but sacrifice for other amenities that the down comforter wanted: a host of duvet covers, matching down pillows, a nice mattress to be enthroned upon.

The Money Pit has a broken furnace. The ignition light won't fire. I called around, and it uses a part so old that it isn't made anymore. There are replacement parts, but it would cost around $300 just for the part. Then there is labor. I think it might be more economical to just get a new heater. But I don't think I can afford one just now.

The rain started up so it's going to be another freezing cold night at the Money Pit. I think I'd rather sleep at work tonight, where it's warm and I have Internet.