Over the four years that I've lived at my current apartment in San Francisco (and it's exactly four years this weekend actually), I've never known real central heating. Up until a few months ago, my apartment building, being historically old and fashionably different, just lived by the weather as weather came. Surprisingly my apartment actually has a ceiling fan, but only due to my previous occupant being close with the owners. Otherwise, no central heating, no air conditioning, no buzzer system to let someone in the building, no modern stuff like that. And in San Francisco, those things aren't needed that much because we never really have weather that's extreme. My building owners did provide a little space heater for each apartment for when it became too cold, but otherwise, we were on our own.

Last June, after years of discussion, the owners put in central heating into each apartment. Up until last night I had no real interest or cause to use it. But then came this bizarre turn of weather where we were freezing. And I tried it out. Suddenly I remember the benefits of warm circulating air. And I can have it in every room. My space heater demanded that I close off my main room or else it would never get warm, leaving the other rooms cold. Not with circulated air, nope, every room is warm. Wow, how modern.

P.S. I don't like to use fake air (cold or hot) that much because I love the clean, crisp air of San Francisco, but when it's useful, it's wonderful.
P.P.S. This being my four-year anniversary in my apartment building means that it's also my four-year anniversary of the meeting between Jessie and I as we just happened to be moving into the same apartment building on the same weekend. And our manager said, "Reese, this is Jessie. Jessie, this is Reese." or something like that, and the rest is history. What would my life be like without that meeting having occurred? Let's never consider that terrible possibility.