I'm tough. Don't need to turn on the heat for the first norther that blows through. Or even the second!
Thinking back to that little house on Vancouver Island, no central heat. Just little oil heaters that we carried around from room to room. Terrible fire hazard, especially when I made a tent of my flannel nightie, with the heater under it, to get dressed.
Nope. Not turning on the heat yet. Extra quilt.
Idea! Open the bedroom window. Then, when I get up, the rest of the house will seem warmer.
OK, that worked for about 20 minutes.
Clothes to dry. Turn on the dryer. That helps.
Layers. Undershirt. Long sleeved shirt. Jeans. Socks. Fuzzy bathrobe...
Sneaking a peek at the thermometer.
Ye Gods! It's 58° in here!
Turn on...turn on the heat...turn on.
65° is cozy.