It has been an icy cold January here in New York, and I am not a fan. I’m a February baby, so I’ve always had affection for winter, and I’m from Western New York, so I know about snow and cold. But until I went to college and had to walk three or four blocks to class when it was fifteen degrees out, I didn’t really understand it. And then I moved to New York and have to walk nearly half a mile to the subway in the morning and home at night, and thirty degrees is starting to sound warm.
Most people seem to have one of two things going on with the heat in their homes: either it gets so high that they have to crack a window (and then freeze later) or it’s never quite high enough. Mine, thankfully, is almost but not quite too warm, but last winter my roommate and I were without heat for a week, and it was terrible. The weather report says it’s supposed to get to forty degrees over the next few days, which is heartening, but if you’re still feeling cold this weekend and you want to feel productive, I have a suggestion.