Xmas, part 2

I had a lovely Christmas with immediate family and extended family and family-in-law and future family and assorted hangers-on and wine. I received some nice gifts, including a space heater that I really need in my icy cold apartment, particularly in light of the $200 heating bill I just got for the month. Despite the sub-50 degree weather in my apartment in the mornings, I just couldn't bring myself to actually buy a space heater. I heard a story of a friend of a friend whose space heater caught her dog on fire and caused the whole house to burn down. I'm not sure how flammable B might be, but I was pretty sure that she'd be less at risk if I left the heater picking out and buying to someone else.

So the parents came through and I have a shiny new space heater. It warms up quickly and somehow it directs the heat, so you don't have to warm the whole place up to feel the effect, you just have to position yourself correctly within the cone of heat. Which means you have about an inch of wiggle room or it's back to 50 degrees for one or more of your body parts.

I plugged it in last night and B became really unsettled, walking in circles, whimpering, hopping on and off the bed without invitation. It seemed like the heater was bugging her, but I didn't see any smoke coming from her direction. Still, I'm keeping an eye on her.