With Portland in the throes of "June-uary" (how'd I forget that term?! Not forgetting it now!), it's been cool temps. Outside and in my apartment. I don't want to ask the landlord to turn up the heat, but when it got down to 60 degrees in here -- IN JUNE, and it's not as if my building suddenly got transported to the 45th parallel in the SOUTHERN HEMISPHERE -- I buckled. First I napped, letting my body heat collect (and also to prepare me for what's coming up, my first late-night shift at Big-Ass Sandwiches, which Lisa asked me this morning to do). Then I put on a large pot of water to boil.
That boiling water added three degrees of Fahrenheit to at least my kitchen. And, when combined with cooking dinner with all four stove-top burners, a fire alarm sounding. And upped my humidity.