Heat

This morning I finally broke down and turned the heat on. I always wait until it gets unbearably cold before adjusting the thermostat...I am that reluctant to give up on the warmth which we of late took so for granted. The first warm air that works its way through the system always has a strange smell to it, I imagine the furnace flames burning all the dust that's settled through the season of its inactivity...a Viking funeral for summer's ephemera. I enjoy that smell for reasons I can't explain. Maybe it's just the thrill of change. One small luxury I enjoy is a heating vent in my bathroom right next to the toilet. Though I have rather modest accommodations I do enjoy through the cold months a toasty warm toilet seat. It's the small pleasures you know.