It is the beginning of April, and there was no way I thought I would wake up this morning and see ice on the inside of my windows.
There were 3 inches of snow on the ground and ice crystals steadily pelleting the windows.
I walked out of the study room and went to help my husband. He is the warmest guy I know. When my hands get cold, they automatically go on to his back as I hug him. As he was yelping, he was also asking me why I did not just turn the thermostat up? He walked into the study room, turned the thermostat up to 81, and told me to remember to turn it back down if it got too warm. My husband headed down into the basement where he has a workroom and told me he was going to finish our granddaughter’s birthday present for her. Half an hour later, he came up, grabbed a sweater, and headed back downstairs. Before even got the basement door closed, I shouted to him that maybe he should turn up the thermostat. He never answered me, but I heard a chuckle as he closed the door. All day long, every one of us had the gas furnace running, trying to keep warmth in our home. The winds were blowing; the windows were rattling, and a draft just drifted throughout our house. That night, I settled on the couch with a blanket wrapped around me, and my husband still had on his sweater. He laughed while seeing the weather. Today was cold with the thermostat turned up to 81 and tomorrow it’s supposed to be 81. Who would’ve thunk it?