It's Cold

Well, I hadn't expected to be posting much while I'm on break, and yet here I am. It's been lovely so far, I've slept 12 hours both nights and gorged myself on homemade food. However, I figured that by coming back to Andover I would be escaping the frigid conditions that have been such a mainstay of my college life. However, yesterday the wind chills were down in the teens, and today seems only a little better. Worsening the situation is the fact that my mother, dear to me as she is, has gone a little crazy in the time that I've been gone, and my house now resembles an igloo. At night, she sets the thermostat at 52°, and 57° during the day. Neither of these temperatures are in the least bit warm. I went to sleep last night in a sweatshirt, flannel pajama pants, and woolen socks, and utilized two additional blankets. I've decided that people get to a certain age, and suddenly start having these bizarre ideas that they are convinced are brilliant, not unlike the decision-making that plagues some of my college acquaintances late Saturday nights (Dude! Why has no one ever tried eating pizza in the shower before? It makes it so much better!). The difference is, adults have the means to turn some of their odder ideas into realities, like when a certain father of mine decided that he was a capable electrician and started drilling in a manner that resulted in a plume of water erupting under my desk, to my considerable consternation. Anyway, I'm going to go find a blanket so I can watch the Pats game shiver-free.