Not really.

High on the list of things I miss from living in New York (in addition to the laundry room) is steam heat.

Oh, the luxury of coming in out of the snow to a toasty warm apartment and changing into shorts and a t-shirt in the middle of January!  We almost never turned the radiators on.  The heat from the risers—the pipes that carried the steam to the apartments above us—was more than enough to keep us comfortable.

You’d think I’d be warmer now that I live in Florida.

Ha!

It is true that the outside temperature is warmer.  Inside, however, is a whole other story!

My house has at least four climate zones.  Upstairs, the air is one temperature.  Downstairs, another.  My office, a third, and the sunken living room is a fourth.  I’m betting there’s about ten degrees difference from one area to another.

And, of course, it’s a damp cold.  Not good.  Not good at all.

I’m adapting.

I may spend the winter upstairs.  I may break out the sweaters and leggings for the times I need to be downstairs.

(I do realize that normal people might think I’m crazy.  The house is not that cold.  It’s just not toasty.)

I suspect finally getting ceiling fans will be a big improvement.  I also know it will be better if it would get colder outside.  That would make the heat cycle on more often.  (A dilemma.  Warmth?  Bank account?)

Eventually, I will get the ceiling fans.  I will get the gas fireplace repaired.  I will bring the kerosene heater in from the garage.  I might even buy a pair of slippers in a bigger size so that I can wear two or three pairs of socks.

I could always wear my magic hat.  (Ask my nieces and nephews.)

While I’m thawing my toes here, you might enjoy this little clip from the 1957 film version of The Pajama Game with Carol Haney and some quintessential Bob Fosse choreography

 

Stay warm!