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life without heat

my forced hot hair natural gas apartment is cold.

thermostat in the kitchen says 65.

the electric heater in my room has been running without stopping for the past four hours and hasn’t managed to get itself above 62, even thought it’s set for 68.

there’s only so much insulated curtains can do in New Hampshire in December in a lousy little apartment.

that’s why i’m wearing a hat.

and a scarf.

and little old lady fingerless mits.