This idea that making it hotter inside this house, and particularly turning on the furnace, will make either me or the cats healthier … I just disagree with it on some instinctual level.

At mid-day on a second afternoon of almost no sun, it’s sixty degrees in here.

Not quite perfectly comfortable. But nowhere near unhealthy, not even for a sick kitty.

It’s November on the way to December and at this latitude 60 is warmer than it is getting outside at any time of day.

It’s really good for sleeping, curled up and cozy.

I moderate it with sweaters and little blasts from localized electric space heaters.

Eventually it will drop to 55 and lower and then I will have to reconsider what my instincts are really saying, day by day.

It’s almost like a job ….

This is how it looked during the one hour of partial sun today. Where I’m standing it’s raining, not very gently, but there’s one dry hole in the clouds.

I cling to the light more than I cling to the heat.