I suspect one of my housemates is going to be angry today. I heard him fly out of bed and run to the thermostat in the hallway a couple minutes after I’d turned the heat on in the wee hours of the morning (quarter of 10). It was 66 degrees according to the thermostat in the hall, which is pretty frikkin’ cold compared to, say, 69 degreees. To get some of the icy chill out of the air, I turned on the central heat for the first time this season. But one of our housemates likes the cold. All summer we let him indulge in his freezing central air conditioner settings. And so if there is a problem now, it will revolve around him. To his credit, he did not turn the heat off. So perhaps he’s ok, recognizing that 66 is cold. But I doubt it. He seems to be the ruler of the temperature in this house. So I will probably buy a heater for my room. Ceramic for safety, of course. This blog entry is not a passive aggressive way of notifying my housemates, one of whom syndicates this blog. It’s just a journal.