Yesterday morning it was 16 degrees in our house. I met Rissa in the kitchen - she was bundled into her ginormous bathrobe, over which she had thrown on my down-filled winter coat. She was breathing on her hands to warm them. My first thought: Dear God, the boiler has given up the ghost, we're all going to freeze to death and we are THIS close to spring! The news will report, "Despite entering the 'Out like a lamb' part of March, this Southern Ontario family sadly perished from hypothermia. Memorial Services will be held this weekend."
The floors were cold, the walls were cold - I'm pretty sure that I could see my breath in the downstairs bathroom. I reached out for the radiator, dreading what I might find to be true. Boilers are expensive. They are very, very expensive. We have money put aside, but it was put aside for the new roof that we didn't manage to fix last year Maybe if we started buying lottery tickets? My palm touched the radiator. The radiator was warm, deliciously hot, in fact. It was the house that was freezing. What was going on?
Last week was March Break - we did a lot of sleeping in. David and Rissa had the week off and I didn't have to go into the office until 10:00, which is why we didn't notice that we'd forgotten to spring ahead the thermostat clock until yesterday morning when we all rose at the crack of dawn. The radiators thought it was 5:35 a.m. instead of 6:35 a.m.
"It's okay sweetie! We were just morons!" See that? Bright side totally found!