I’m feeling a little wrong and a lot wicked.
I realized I WAS FREEZING in my tank top, bare feet and capris in this Seattle winter with my high ceilings working from home. Then I realized SOMEONE put the furnace at 65 degrees!! Which with all these windows and skylights, makes it a shivery 62 in the kitchen. So now the gas fireplace is ablaze and the heat is set to a BALMY 72 degrees...positively WICKED!
So why do I feel so guilty and can only think of my frugal husband and mother bellowing to, “Put a [insert sweater, socks, pants, clothes, hat on]!!”
You would never, ever know I survived MINUS SIXTY-FIVE degrees living in Fairbanks, would you?
Yep, once a California girl, always a California girl.
(With the $400+ electricity bill to show for it too!)