Sorry, Grandma

I  know, it's still September. I know, it was about ten degrees warmer in the house than outside. I know, there is a possibility, however slight, that there could be a warm day in the next few weeks when I may be tempted to turn on the AC. But my toes, even inside my fat gray socks with the white snowflakes, were chilly. So I ran the furnace to take the chill off. I only set the thermostat five degrees higher than the room temp, and turned it right down again once one heating cycle was complete. I'm such a weenie.