L. has always had a soft spot for Jimmy Carter, and I guess I do, too, because I take a great deal of pride in keeping the thermostat low when I'm here in the house by myself. It's true: A sweater, a blanket, a pair of fuzzy socks can work wonders and save big bucks.
But 58, 58 in the warmest core of the house where the thermostat is -- well, 58 is too cold. I am typing to keep myself from shivering. Baby, it's cold inside.
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