The winds were blowing; the windows were rattling, and a draft just drifted throughout our house.
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 our windows. There were 3 inches of snow on the ground and ice crystals steadily pelleting the windows. I walked out of the kitchen and went to help our hubby. He is the warmest person I know. When our hands get cold, they automatically go on to his back as I hug him. As he was yelping, he was also asking myself and others why I didn’t just turn the control unit up? He walked into the kitchen, turned the control unit up to 68, and told myself and others to remember to turn it back down if it got too warm. My hubby headed down into the basement where he has a workroom and told myself and others he was going to finish our granddaughter’s birthday present for her. Half an hour later, he came up, grabbed a jacket, and headed back downstairs. Before even got the basement door closed, I shouted to him that maybe he should turn up the control unit. He never answered me, but I heard a chuckle as he closed the door. All day long, we had the oil 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 our hubby still had on his jacket. He laughed while watching the weather. Today was freezing with the control unit turned up to 68 and tomorrow it’s supposed to be 68. Who would’ve thunk it?