I have been steadfastly refusing to turn the heat on. Up until now, I have managed to live up to my Chicago training, determined to avoid all accusations of weather-wimpdom. No heat until it snowed! (Or, at least, until the onset of freezing rain.) But my willpower finally caved in this evening. It's all very well for it to be sixty degrees outside; sixty degrees inside, however, is not at all cozy.