I don’t know if I’ve mentioned this previously, but in our apartment building, the upstairs apartments control the heat for both the upper and lower units. In theory, this makes sense because heat rises (especially in old, drafty buildings like this one), and last winter it was never a problem. We have electric baseboard heaters if we get too cold.

New neighbors moved in recently, and apparently they brought a penchant for leaving their windows open with them, because it is currently 75.8 degrees in the coolest room that has comfortable seating in our apartment, and the heat has been running steadily for at least an hour (that’s how long I’ve been lying awake). I think it must be at least 5 degrees warmer in our bedroom. It’s enough different that it felt cool when I came out to the living room. They also brought a child that is part horse, but that’s a story for another day.

Normally, when the heat runs like this, Ryan goes down to the basement and shuts the furnace off until morning (at least). But he is sleeping, and I don’t want him to be lying (laying? I am too lazy tired to figure out which is correct) awake because I was too chicken to go down to the basement by myself. I am too chicken to go down there, so I haven’t gone either. Also, I am paranoid that I will do something wrong and break the furnace or something else down there. So instead I am sitting here awake at 4am complaining on the internet. After I’ve been sick for a week and know I should be sleeping. Because I’ve got good Catholic guilt combined with Minnesota nice like that.

**He just woke up and is going to shut the furnace off. Thank God. And I didn’t even wake him up! It’s win-win. Other than the whole apartment being a million degrees and both of us being wide awake during the middle of the night thing.**

Bed time. Again.