When I got up this morning, the temperature -- not outside, which would've qualified in Hawaii as totally outrageous right there -- but inside -- was ...
...wait for it...
fifty-six degrees. Or 13.3333333 Celsius.
And that was in the main part of the house, which usually seems much warmer (or in summer, cooler) than the bedrooms. For the sake of the kids, I finally had to cave in and turn on the damn furnace (which smells musty and gross and the house has instantly gone from clear-chilly-winter-briskness to stinky-dusty-funk).
Then again, if I hadn't known the exact temperature, I might not have thought it was that cold ... you know, like when you injure yourself, but don't notice, and it isn't until you see blood that it starts hurting.
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