This week's blessing is the thermostat. Because it's connected to the furnace and makes the wheels go round so the house is not cold when the air outside is. I was especially grateful for that thing this morning around four, when I lay in bed fully aware that my nose was very cold. I pulled the covers close around my face and the I heard the lovely bump and rumble of that mysterious electrical machine that makes the cold air warm. I could relax for a few more minutes and bask in the heat I imagined before it ever made its way up the stairs.

The sound of the thermostat is a seasonal pleasure that rates up there with the shorter days and the lovely, long,and lingering nights. They are the pleasures of blissful solitude. I like to feel warm and safe and cozy, and I love the solitude of an autumn evening.

At work today the air went from frigid to infernal, and even that was nice. There's nothing quite like that long blast of institutional heat to tell you winter's on its way. So many days of being warm inside and drinking hot chocolate to look forward to. Yesterday the kids got a little sluggish as their lips turned blue and their bodies stiffened in the air conditioned room. Today, they complained of the heat and I thought what a luxury to be bathed in the stuff and to be able to relax. How nice to be disturbed by such luxury.

On those nights when I don't sleep, the furnace's kicking into action tells me the time quietly, peacefully. The heat tends to come on around midnight, three, five. With each distant rumble, I know the world is closer to waking up, and I am growing farther from the strange and unwanted solitude of an empty, restless night. It is enough for me to know the world is with me even if I am alone in the dark. The world is not such a cold place.