Right this moment in Cheyenne it is eight degrees below zero. Even by Wyoming standards, that’s a wee bit chilly. In fact, a bunch of people have looked it up and we’re colder than many places in Alaska this week.
Aside from the five hours I had to walk around the downtown area in a blizzard (on Tuesday) and in below zero temperatures (Wednesday), I’ve been blissfully enjoying a career that involves my house, the couch, a blanket and a cat. And a computer, of course.
This morning, though, I realized that the furnace had been running for a while. Like, since I got up. And before that. And, more importantly, I was still shivering under my blanket.
Looking around at my bright, sunny house I realized that drastic measures had to be taken in light of the frigid temperatures. Everyone was going to have to make some sacrifices for the good of the house. Unfortunately…
We were going to have to turn off OutTV.
I went from room to room, dropping our blinds all the way to the bottom sill of each window. At first Obi was interested in what i was doing. Then he realized my intentions and was horrified.
He raced me from one window to the next. “I’m watching this channel!” But I turned it off. To the next window. “This is my favorite program!” Off.
All the programming isn’t off. I didn’t have the heart to turn the OutTV all the way off by the kitty condo. I pulled the drapes nearly closed and dropped the blinds down except for about four inches at the bottom. On, but turned way down. Also, the blinds are broken in the front window so I couldn’t turn OutTV off.
Though without dogs walking, runners running, squirrels scampering or birds hopping…there’s nothing good on OutTV anyway.
Obi wants me to tell you that you should turn the OutTV back on, and if you’re still cold, you should build a fort and work inside it.
I did break out the big quilt and he’s been playing in the super cave it makes by the couch (where it traps heat from the vent under the couch). So there’s that. But at the moment, Kitten Thunder is keeping themselves warm by snuggling in the condo by the last remaining OutTV. And I’m left to warm my own blanket. Sigh.