Yesterday I woke in the wee hours just baking in bed. I threw my comforter off and managed to get back to sleep. It was still warm when I got up. Thermostat read 72.5 degrees. Now, please understand that I set my thermostat at 63 degrees most of the time during the winter months. I don’t mind the cold, save some money, and save the environment. It was going to be a warm day for February so I opened up the sliding glass doors in my bedroom and dining area. Nonetheless the temperature stayed at 72 degrees.
Since I have moved into my new smaller apartment, I have found that the doing laundry, particularly the drying aspect, raises the temperature in my apartment 3 to 4 degrees. So I do laundry on weekend mornings to warm up my apartment rather than turn the heat up to 68 degrees, which is my weekend norm if I plan to be in house most of the day. I had to do some laundry so the temperature crept up to about 75. I was schvitzing.
The temperature had started to go back down a bit, not lower than 72 degrees though, by the time I headed out with my brother to get some growlers and spring rolls as our contribution toward the Super Bowl (can I say that? Please don’t sue me) festivities. I closed the apartment up at that time, eight hours after I had opened up the doors.
I watched the first half of the game at my sister’s house and then came home to watch the second half. By then the temperature had gone back up a couple of degrees. I send off a scathing rant to maintenance and left another on the apartment manager’s voice mail After the game I was pretty tired so I hit the fartsac without paying too much attention to the temperature. However, I woke up once again schvitzing in my flannel sheets. When I got up, the temperature was at a steamy 76 degrees.
While I was working today, I thought that I must have sounded odd to the apartment maintenance staff and office personnel but when I got home, the temperature in my apartment was 80 degrees! I immediately headed off to the rental office. I figured, since I could actually feel the warmth in spots on my tile floors in the bathroom and kitchen, that the maintenance office, which is below me and is a story for another time, had the heat maxxed out and suggested that to the manager. They said they would check into but didn’t really seem to understand how screwed up the situation was.
Help me, I’m melting!