I now enter the only sucky aspect of living at the Ardmore: that post-equinox period where the management tries to hold off as long as possible turning on the building's furnace before they can be sure that no more hot weather is coming our way. The same is true in the spring as hints of summer appear in the weather. It's either all-on in our old steam-radiator building, or all off. So now, as the evenings are dropping into the 40s, begins the period of multiple layers of clothing, gasping exits from the shower, and plug-in floor heaters that you keep away from everything lest they do that thing floor heaters always get in the news for. In our world of difficulties, this is not much of a difficulty. I'm grateful to have a home. But apparently I feel willing to complain a bit.