eighteen degrees
Energy crisis winter. The government asks everyone to save gas, my building agrees enthusiastically, and the radiators have opinions.
My flat is at 18°C on a good day. I'm writing this in a coat, a hat and fingerless gloves I bought for exactly this purpose. I look like a Victorian clerk. My code is the same quality as before, which says something about either the gloves or the code.
Things that are warm: the laptop, tea, the shower, the Späti (they have a heater and they let you stand near it if you buy something).
It's dark at half past four now. Long winter ahead.