It's Time

I won't belabor this: It's September 15th and our furnace is on. True. I went to the grocery store this evening to pick up a few things and came home to a toasty warm abode. I wasn't uncomfortably cool in the house. My Willamette hoody was perfect. But Tam is small and has no body fat to insulate. Temps much below 70 tend to put her in a bad place. So, Cool Off, Heat On.

When you first turn a forced-air furnace on they always smell the same. Oil or gas. I don't know what that smell is but I know it from childhood. It is the smell of back to school. It is the smell of shorter days. It is the smell of Trick or Treat. And tonight, it is the smell of our cozy mid-century ranch house. Flame on. Cuddle up.