I slept restlessly during the night. As the temperatures dropped below freezing, my husband and our cat snuggled and cuddled so close to me that I felt hot and claustrophobic, sleeping coverless in spite of the cold chill in our home. All the while, our heat pump (southern version of a furnace) that sits right outside the window by our bed, rattled, whooshed and hummed as it struggled to provide enough warmth for a quick, barefooted run to the bathroom. It was a long, long night.
As cold mornings often are, the sky was cloudless and the sun brilliant. Unfortunately, that brilliance provided little warmth. The day stayed in the 40’s accompanied by gusty winds, forcing us Floridians to search deep in our closets and dresser drawers for sweats, sweaters, jackets, and scarves.
Nearly bare cupboards and a very empty refrigerator forced me to join my husband in a quick grocery run before heading off to work. My first stop was a client’s office in a two-story building surrounded by large live oaks. The shadows on the building prompted me to take a quick photo before entering. Unfortunately, the heat was not on and it was more than an hour before the building was acceptably warm. Next stop was an office on the other side of town. By then, the sun was low and the cold was increasing. Again, my destination had no heat and I shivered until the warm air finally reached my office in the back of the building. No sooner was I warm than it was time to leave again. Perhaps tonight I will be too tired to be bothered by my bed companions and a noisy, inefficient heat pump. Maybe tonight I will sleep.