Woke up freezing this morning. It reminded me of my childhood. We weren't as poor as some others but using the heat was always like a huge issue ... an expense. We bundled up a lot of the time or used the fireplace which was on the opposite side of the house from my room. I remember going to bed cold and waking up cold and just hating that feeling. Like going to sleep with my stomach growling ... come to think of it that's probably the earliest I began considering food an afterthought.
@thewebrecluse We were not poor, but we lived with my depression era grandmother for several years while my dad was deployed. If you were showing signs of frostbite, she'd hand you another blanket and tell you to move closer to the fireplace. I have never shaken the feeling of guilt when turning on the heat.