Brrr!

I am cold. I can hear the furnace working and there's even heat coming out of the registers, but the apartment still feels cold. The only reason I'm not miserable at the moment is that I'm wearing a sweater, a fleecy pullover, a wooly hat, scarf and arm warmers, and I'm wrapped up in my afghan. I'm wondering if the heat got turned off when it was so warm over the weekend, because the apartment felt absolutely frigid when I woke up this morning. I was just about to call the landlady when the first faint tendrils of warmth started moving through the apartment. Maybe in an hour or two, I won't feel like I need to huddle for warmth any more.