I am sure I grew up in a house that was kept at about 68 degrees in the winter, Fahrenheit, of course, because that is what Canada used back in the 50's. We did have a natural gas furnace, I recall. I think everyone kept their homes cooler then than now. The average home temperature is 22 C in winter, which is closer to 72 F. I am usually not cold, but if I am, I don some slippers and a sweater and am fine. The wood stove is stoked all winter long, but the little one I got for last winter is just too small. It only has a burn time of 3 hours to keep the house warm and I ain't getting up in the middle of the night, so the furnace kicks in.
Maybe life is like flannel pajamas. When in our youth we are full of it and don't need or want the restrictions of bulky pajamas or much anything else either. But when we finally arrive, when we are comfortable with exactly whom we are, nothing feels better than funky flannel pajamas, or nothing feels better than finally just being able to be oneself in whatever skins we wish to retire in. I am grateful I have arrived here at this point in my life. I am thankful for every day and the small blessings therein, for the Fat Ewe Farm and the crazy animals and the stunning nature I am surrounded with. Currently, there is nowhere I need to be, or want to be because I have everything I want right here. Here in my flannel pyjamas with you! Good night!