GLENN FREY MOMENT

I'm having a Glenn Frey moment.

The heat is on!

I caved to the temperatures, but only a little bit. Last year, prior to the flying squirrel taking up residence, I would flip on my gas fireplace to take the chill out of the apartment. Now, though, I have more windows and no fireplace, so the cold creeps in faster. 

The mornings have been the hardest, when it's in the low to mid thirties and the car windshield and windows are frosted. Yes, the auto-starter has been getting its workout already. Getting out of a toasty bed (flannel sheets went on last week) to encounter a chilled home, though? 

Yeah, ain't nobody got time for that.

I don't keep the heat on for long. Five minutes here or there. Luckily, it's a small place, so it heats up quickly (which also works during the dog days of summer when the air conditioner comes on). I've delved into my fluffy socks collection, my fleece stockpile, and my sweater mountain, but I have resisted the coats. Okay, I did cheat that morning it was just below freezing and put a winter vest over my sweatshirt, but I'm not sure that totally counts.

Either way, the heat is on. Now I have an earworm as well as an ear-warmer, and I'm okay with that.