Let me explain. I followed your advice and installed a cast-iron radiator, which turned this little basement into the most comfortably warm room in the house. Consequently, all last winter, whenever I would come downstairs to work in the office, I would be gradually joined by the rest of the family, stopping in “to see how I was doing” and to warm up.
As you well know, in a scorched air house, radiant is king. In fact, my wife would sometimes just sit in front of the radiator, warming herself and reminiscing of times past when, as a child, she had steam radiators that went “hiss-click, hiss-click.” Anyhow, as time went by, papers piled up on this nice warm desk, in this nice warm room, heated by this nice warm radiator. Unfortunately, a thank-you note was becoming warmer and more compressed at the bottom of the pile. Last night, after discovering my letter to you had been published, I decided to locate the original letter and realized that I had never properly thanked you. So consider yourself Thanked for the good advice. I thank you, my son thanks you, both daughters thank you, and especially my wife (“hiss-click”) thanks you.