We might be warm.

All of a sudden, delightfully, it is fall, perhaps winter. Last night was chill - I couldn't feel it under the down comforter, but the boy felt it at 5 am as he walked to work and I saw it when my breath hit the air. I spent the morning repeatedly blowing the circuit as I frantically plugged in space heaters, cursing the laid-back landlord who I was sure was basking at home in heat while neglecting to turn ours on. Then, at 5 o'clock there was a noise in the kitchen, something like a pot of water boiling over combined with the gas leaking. Upon investigation - the old Victorian, silver painted radiators have come alive! What had been a rusted, ugly cleaning challenge became the most quaint and comforting thing in our home. They are hissing steam, and exuding smells I can only describe as warm, and best of all, the temperature outside is freezing literally but inside I am wearing flip-flop slippers!