My Heater is Psychic

I was lying in bed the other night, reading a book, when I suddenly thought to myself “it’s getting a bit chilly in here; it’d be nice if the heat kicked on soon.” No sooner does the thought leave my brain than WOOSH! the heat kicks on. Warm(er) air begins blowing throughout the house.

Not that that made a difference, since I have only a piddly little vent in the floor of the opposite corner of my bedroom, but I took the fact that it even turned on at all as progress. Progress toward what, I’m not sure, but progress just the same.