It started when I was trying to plug in my space heater in my office. We are a house divided — I prefer to live in temperatures most suited to melting s’mores, the rest of my household prefers temperatures where you can almost see your breath. Given this, I have to resort to area heating if I’m to survive without wearing my down coat.
The plug is right under the window and it’s been a little fussy forever. As an optimist, I always like to kind of check in with it, just to see if it’s had a change of heart and will actually accept a plug. In the process, I leaned a little too heavily on the curtain.