It's 52 degrees F outside, but I would swear it's 80 degrees in the apartment. And why? you may ask. This is my guess: on Monday afternoon, when I stepped out to post that payment, there was a young officious woman in a uniform outside the apartment building. She said she was looking for the super and did I have heat in my apartment? I told her I did, even when I didn't feel it was necessary. She said there had been complaints about no heat and I told herthat was ridiculous. I suspect Jeff has goosed the heat as a result.