My dear wife Karen was happy after we received the good news that our furnace could be fixed by tightening some loose parts yesterday afternoon.
I sent her a text explaining how our home, sweet, home was indeed warm and toasty during this bit of a freeze in Syracuse, N.Y. Not that the whining, grinding and groaning had kept our little York from pushing out heat. But we have had times in the past when it’s been stone cold inside the house, like the two-day stretch a couple of winters ago when the big wind toppled our front yard olive tree, sending it into the electrical wires and pulling the connection from the house peak.
No power, no furnace.
You get indoors-cold like that and you don’t ever forget the sweat pants, the sweatshirts, the heavy socks, the extra blankets. You fear a return to brrrrrrrrr.
Add to that the fact that Karen is my California girl — born in LA, also lived in San Diego before moving east — and I am a steadfast supporter of winter warm.
And then, after I’d texted the good news, I saw this Bitstrips panel on her Facebook page.
Summer is her state of mind, you know? Even in December, in Syracuse.