Apartment Living in December

Today is the first of two days with nothing but Skype dates and pipe cleaning appointments to keep.  My apartment is psychologically colder than outside and I creep across the room to my tea kettle to heat water for another cup.  If only I could figure out the remote control to my air conditioner I know that it has a heating function.  For now I'm going to be carrying the control in my backpack presenting it to any Japanese person (or Japanese reading/speaking person) that might have the key to warmth.  Perhaps there's some combination of buttons that takes me to China–it's such a mysterious remote control.

Wanted: Understanding

For now it's hot baths, long socks, jumping jacks, old man sweaters, and the company of friends.