I broke down and turned the heat on tonight. I came in from work tonight and the house was just chilled. I turned it on for a bit just to take the bite out of the air. When I crawled into bed last night it was so chilly in the house. It reminded me of my last night in New York before I started work at Bentley. There was basically no heat in my building. Michaela and I had driven down to Queens to pick up the last of my belongings. It was about 52 degrees in the apartment. I slept in my clothes with a flannel bathrobe over them and burrowed under the covers on my bed. I don't know how Michaela survived on the couch. It was brutal. It wasn't quite that cold last night, but it was bad enough to have me remembering that night.
Update - we've decided to push back the opening day until Tuesday...still a couple of kinks to work out...


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