I know I'm a wimp. My northern friends remind me of that on a regular basis these days. I understand that here in Florida we don't have 10 feet of snow to shovel out of the driveway and it's not -50 below even without the windchill factored in, but we've had a miserable winter too. I am desperate for the cool, sunshiney days with flowers blooming and birds singing.
Get out your violin.
I have all tile floors in my house. A good idea when it's 90 degrees outside in the summer. But when the temperature dips to 30 degrees outside, the inside turns into a meat locker. An air conditioner turned furnace is hardly up to the challenge. The poor little heating element runs and runs and runs, while I have put on every sweater in my closet and every pair of socks in my drawer. I can't get warm.
And then Mother Nature pulls another cruel trick. The next day we are breaking all kinds of records when the temps climb to 85 degrees. I've turned off the heat and turned on the air again. I'm sweating buckets around here! The piece of machinery we depend on for our year round comfort is just as confused as we are. It was just getting the hang of the heat when we asked for it to make us cool instead.
Today we are back down to 50 degrees outside. My nose is running, my lips are chapped and my toes are turning blue. Misery loves company and I want you to know, I'm pretty miserable too. The sky is grey and gloomy. Even here in the Sunshine State.
Get out your violin.
I have all tile floors in my house. A good idea when it's 90 degrees outside in the summer. But when the temperature dips to 30 degrees outside, the inside turns into a meat locker. An air conditioner turned furnace is hardly up to the challenge. The poor little heating element runs and runs and runs, while I have put on every sweater in my closet and every pair of socks in my drawer. I can't get warm.
And then Mother Nature pulls another cruel trick. The next day we are breaking all kinds of records when the temps climb to 85 degrees. I've turned off the heat and turned on the air again. I'm sweating buckets around here! The piece of machinery we depend on for our year round comfort is just as confused as we are. It was just getting the hang of the heat when we asked for it to make us cool instead.
Today we are back down to 50 degrees outside. My nose is running, my lips are chapped and my toes are turning blue. Misery loves company and I want you to know, I'm pretty miserable too. The sky is grey and gloomy. Even here in the Sunshine State.
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