Beth Lapin

It’s 40 degrees outside, rainy and gray. Gray, gray, and my fingers are cold as I type this. Yet, I am determined to keep my heat off until November 1. I figure, if I am heat-free May through October, that’s half the year and pretty impressive for Connecticut.

It’s been easy so far, Today, though, it’s a challenge. Ramos, the black cat, is crouched under my desk lamp looking for heat. I sit crosslegged and hooded to try to conserve heat. I made soup and grilled cheese for lunch looking for inner heat.

It’s only a hint of what’s to come. Ah, New England, my home. Bring it on.