My spouse switched our rooms around now that it was just us in the farm house.
We were going to put our bedroom into my mother-in-law’s old room.
My office was going to be in our old bedroom, and the office was going to be a spare room for family members. I’d have a futon in the office, in case a family member arrived, but my office would be the spare room for kids. Where my office was one of the warmest rooms in the house, I was now relocated to the coldest room in the farm house. There was a polar breeze blowing through the windows all winter time long, and my space heater couldn’t keep up. He didn’t feel it was such an immense deal, since I had a space heater, but he was wrong. He told me to turn the temperature control up, however he forgot he had disconnected that temperature control when he moved us into the other room. I came out of the office a single day, and my nails and lips were blue from the cold. He inspected the thermometer in the room, and it was only forty-four. He told me to leave the door open, and I told him I had. He thought I had the space oil furnace turned off, and I had to prove I didn’t. He was going to turn up the temperature control, despite the fact that I set it at seventy. He asked why it was so cold in the room, and I told him to sit in my chair. While he sat there, he told me it wasn’t too bad, but then the wind blew. He shivered and said he would reconnect the temperature control and update the windows over the weekend.